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THE  GLEN  COLLECTION 
OF    SCOTTISH     MUSIC 

Presented  by  Lady  Dorothea  Ruggles- 
Brise  to  the  National  Library  of  Scotland, 
in  memory  of  her  brother,  Major  Lord 
George  Stewart  Murray,  Black  Watch, 
killed  in  action  in  France  in  1914. 
28th  January  1927. 


Digitized  by  the  Internet  Archive 

in  2011  with  funding  from 

National  Library  of  Scotland 


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MUSICAL  MISCELLANY: 

A 

SELECT  COLLECTION 

OF 

SCOTS,  ENGLISH  and  IRISH 
S      O      N      G      S, 

SET     TO 

MUSIC. 


PERTH: 
PRINTED  BY  J.  BROWN* 


DCCIX2XVJ', 


T  H  E 


PREFACE. 


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i  HE  Editors  of  the  following  Com- 
pilation, unwilling  to  am-ufe  the  Pu- 
blic with  an  empty  harangue,  or  a 
gaudy  apparatus  of  words,  by  way  of 
introduction  to  their  Book ;  only  beg 
leave  to  make  the  following;  obferva- 


tions  : — 

Since  time  immemorial,  it  has  liQQn. 
allowed,  that  Mufic  has  always  been 
efteemed    an    ancient   and  powerful 

Science. 

We  are  informed,  from  Heathen 
Mythology,  that  Mufic  was  invented 
by  Apollo,  who  was  ftyled  the  God 

of  Willi  era, 

'.  .-.'  .'.fy^  me  concordant  carmina  ncr-vls. 

OVIDI   METAM, 

a  ii 


iv  THE    PREFACE. 

How  miific  was  cultivated  In  thofe 
early  ages,  impartial  hiilory  alone  can 
tell*  Suffice  it  to  fay,  that  this  ele- 
vating Science  had  it's  patrons,  and 
proficients,  in  moil  ages  and  nations. 
And  it  is  with  pleafure  we  obierve,' 
that  this  celeftial  progeny  has  ilill  it's 
abettors  in  our  own  country.  The 
public  attention  paid  by  many  Gentle- 
men of  Scotland,  to  this  polite  and 
very  neceffary  part  of  education,  is  at 
once  patriotic  and  laudable. 

The  Publifhers  of  the  following 
fheets,  look  forward  to  that  Golden 
JEra,  when,  they  trail,  that  Mujlc  fhall 
not  only  attract  the  attention  of  fupe-' 
rior  minds,  but  when  it  fhall  acquire- 
that  univerfal  eilimation,that  a  Science 
fo  fablime,  richly  deferves. 

With  a  fincere  view  to  promote 
-this  end,  the  following  Collection  of 
Songs,  fet  to  Mufic.  is,  with  all  fub- 
miilion,  offer ed  to  the  Public.  The 
Selectors  of  this  Work,  humbly  ima~ 


THE     PREFACE.  v 

giiie,  they  may  without  the  lead  fha- 
dow  of  vanity,  aver,  that  it  is  the  fird 
Publication  of  the  kind,  ever  attempt- 
ed in  Scotland. — The  arrangement  of 
the  Words,  as  well  as  the  Muiic,  has 
been  (hidied  with  the  greateft  atten- 
tion ;  and  being  de-figned  for  the  en- 
tertainment both  of  Ladles  and  Gentle-- 
men,  the  ftricleft  care  has  been  taken, 
to  avoid  inddicacy. 

Befides  a  great  number  of  modern 
Songs  of  real  humour  and  tafle,  there 
are  alio  inferted,  a  great  variety' of  the 
mo  ft  beautiful  Scots  Airs,  to  many 
of  which,  the  Baffes  are  added. 

How  far  the  Editors  of  this  Work,; 
have  been  fuccefsful  in  the  Selection 
they  have  made,  Time  and  a  candid 
Public,  only  mufl  determine. 

Let  it  only  be  obferyed  in  one 
word,  that  the  influence  of  Muiic  over 
the  human  mind,  is  fully  evinced,  by 
the  Prince  of  Latin  poetry.— Vir^iL 


aiy 


\i  THE     P  R  E  F  A  C  E. 

in  his  inimitable  Eclogue,  called  Sile- 
mis,  where,  introducing  Chromis  and 
Mnafylus,  two  youthful  fwains,  find- 
ing Silemis  aileep  in  his  cave,  (often 
the  Sire  had  aniufed  them,  with  the 
promife  of  a  fong)  and,  in  order  to 
make  him  perforin  his  engagement, 
they  bind  him  with  his  own  wreaths. 
He  awaking,  and  fmiiing  at  the  trick, 
fays,  Why*thefe  bonds  ?  Loofe  me,  ye 
fwains,  and  hear  the  fong  which  you 
deflre  :— — 

Tu?;i  vero  in  numerum  Faimofqtieferafque  videres 
Liidcrey  turn  rlgidas  motare  cacumina  quercus. 

ECL.  vi.   1,   %f. 

Miijlc  has  charms  to  foot  be  the.fa-vage  brcqft^ 
{often  rocks,  and  bend  the  knotted  oak. 


17S6,    5, 


C  O  N  T  E  N  T  S 


A.  Page 

AT  the  fign  of  the  horfe  i  2. 

As  walking  forth  to  view  the  plain  26 

And  gin  ye  meet  a  bonny  laffie  ■      29 

All  in  the  downs  76 

A  cobler  there  was                     .  85 

As  you  mean  to  fet  fail  152 

Adieu,  ye  groves,  adieu  ye  plains  187 

A  pox'of  your  pother,  189 

Ah!   Chloris  1 96 

As  down  on  Banna's  banks  2  1  6 

As  Jamie  Gay  221 

All  you  who  would  wifh  to  fucceed  223 

Affift  me  ye  lads  233 

A  lafs  that  was  laden'dwith  care  260 

AH  you  that  are  wife,  and  think  life  265 

At  letting  day,  and  rifing  morn  29.2. 

Believe  my  fighs,  my  tears,. my  dear  1 16 

Blyth,  blyth,  blyth,  was  fhe  133 
By  the  gaily  circling  glafs 
Beneath  a  green  made 


177 

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Blow  high,  blow  low  zz$ 

C. 

Contented  I  am,  and  contented  .    -    $8. 

•Come,  come,  my  jolly  lads  41 

Ceafe  rude  Boreas  109 

Come  roufe  brother  fportfmen  1 64 

Come,  come,  my  brave  tars  2  c  1 

Come  gie's  a  fang  the  lady  cry'd  278- 

Come  all  ye  young-  lovers  322. 

Curtis  was  old  Hoge's  w^*e  332, 


vili  CONTENT  S. 

D.  Page 

Down  the  burn  Davie  I 

Dear  '!'o!ii,  this  brown  jug  53 

Dear  Kathleen  you  no  doubt  14^ 

Dear  Roger  if  your  Jenny  geek  274 

De'el  take  the  wars  340 

E. 

iiv'ry  man  take  his  glafs  in  his  hand  67 

F. 

For  lake  of  gold  3 

For  me,  my  fair,  a  wreath  20 

I  ill  your  glades  31 

ell  to  Loehaber  43 

Free  from  the  buftle,  care,  and  ilrife  227 

b  fongtlers  apologies  too  often  ufe  229 

and  twenty                  il  on  a  row  240 

the  caft  breaks  the  morn    -  244 

.  R^flio  cattle's  echoing  walls  302 

fcarewell,  ye  green  fields  325 


G. 

I  had  a  wee  !:orJe                                    {  .  .  205 

...':  failor,  oft  you  told'me  295 

H, 

H 

iway,  'tis  the  merry  tcn'd  hern  ■'  £7 

k  !   the  joy  inspiring  horn  7  1 

How  little  do  the  landmen  know  •  12-7 

ftands  the  glafs  around  146 

1  art  forfarfehood  fram'd       -  £17 

me,  ye  nymphs,  and  e^ery  (wain,  290 
How  happy 's  he 

I. 

I'll  never  leave  thee  3 

I'm  net  high  church,  nor  low  church  $7 


CONTENTS.  g# 

Page 

Tfigh  and  lament  me  in  vain  94 

I'ts  open  the  door  forne  pity  to  fhow  10 1 

If  I  live  to  grow  old  104 
Iantbe  the  lovely                                                       ,        112 

I'm  in  lore  with  twenty                              .  128 

In  the  garb  of  old  Gaul  178 

In  winter  when  the  rain  ratn'd  cauld  193 

If  to  force  me  to  fing,  it  be  your  intention  212 

In  April  when  primrofes  282 

Jove  in  his  chair  344 

L. 

Lad  time  I  came  o'er  the  muir  5. 

Let  a  fet  of  fober  affes  49 

Life  is  checquer'd  114 

Let  gay  ones  and  great       -  246 

M. 

My  temples  with  clufters  121 

My  daddy  is  a  canker'd  carle  123 

My  Patie  is  a  lover  gay  182 

My  fond  fhepherds  191 

My  love  was  once  a  bonny  lad  i$-$ 

My  fheep  I've  forfaken.  292 

Man  may  efcape  from  rope  or  gun            .  5.13. 

My  laddie  is  gone  far  awa  o'er  the  plain  334 

N. 

Now  Phcebus  gilds  the  orient  fkies  140 

Now  fmiling  fprjng. again  appears  i$£ 

No  more  my  foeg  fnall  be,  ye  fwains  3  1  1 

O. 

O  Beffy  Bell  and  Mary  Gray  7 

On  Etrick  Banks  15 

O  faw  ye  my  father    ~  25 

Once  more  I'll  tune  the  vocal  lhell  81 

On  a  bank  of  flowers  83 

O  thou  lov'd  country  9:! 

O  what  bad  I  ado  for  to  marry  14a 


CONTENTS. 


O  fweet  Sir,  for  your  courteHe  i  ~  ~) 

O  greedy  Midas,  I've  been  told  iGi 

O  I  hae  loft  my  fiiken  fnood  163 

Oi'j  women  we  are,  -         .  ]  66 

O  what  pleasures  will  abound        -  169 

One  morning  very  early  214 

O  fend  Lewis  Gordon' hame  277 

O  late  in  an  ev'ning  forth  Tweat  317 

P. 

Proud  Paris,  defpifing  fair  Helen's  great  pomp  289 

-R. 

Rail  no  more,  ye  learned  alfes  -    .                    246 


Songs  of  fnepherds,  in  ruftical  roundelays  58 

;-<V,  I  Have  loll  my  love  75 

Says  Colin  to  me,  I've  a  thought  in  my  bead  129 

■  you  mean  to  hire  for  fervice  1  73 

Sweet  Annie  frae  the  fea- beach  came  185 

Somettalk  of  Alexander,  and.  fome  of  Kercules  231 

~4latc,  why  mould  ma$  be  vain  255 

Such  beauties  in  v^w                               .  270 


T he  laft  time  I  came  o'er  the  muir  5 

To  Anacreon  in  beav'n  22 

women  all  tell  me  I'm  falfe  to  my  lafs  47 

be  was  a  jolly  miller  once  61 

The  dulky  night  rides  down  the  flcy  62 

V.  .  topfails  ihiver  in  the  wind  73 

The  echoing  horn  88 

moon  had  climb'd  the  higheft  hill  96 

'.'lent  fable  wore  98 

.    life  icS 

Tw's  I  learnt, -arprettv  fong  in  France  1  ?o 

Th,  failing  mora                       ;  135 

The  Wealthy  foci  with  gold  in  ftore  137 

Tin/  late  I  was  plump,  round,  and  jolly  139 


CONTENTS.  xl 

Page 

man  that's  contented  is  void  of  all  care  149 

inhere  was  a  little  man  I  yi 

The  law-land  lads  think  they  are  fine  170 

There  liv'd  a  man  in  Baleno  crazy  203 

The  fields  were  green  224 

Thro'  the  fierv  flames  of  love          -  235 
The  lafs  of  Peatie's  mill 
The  plowman  he's  a  bonny  lad 

'Twas  fummer,  and  foftly  262 

The  whittling  plowman  2  5<5 
'"Twas  within  a  mile  of  Edinburgh  town 
This  cold  flinty  heart. 

The  world,  my  dear  Myra  29.0 

'Twas  in  that  feafon  of  the  year  ?oi 

The  wand'ring  failor  plows  the  main  208 

The  charge  it  prepar'd  324 

Thurfday  in  the  morn                              i  a  ;o 

Tho'  wifdom  will  preach  about  joys,  Sir    ,  2  26 

W. 

When  the  fheep  are  in  the  fauld  10 

"Will  ye  go  the  ew-bughts,  Marion  -  3  3 

What  {ports  can  compare  2^ 


242 


272 
275 


When  i  was  a  young  one 

When  war's  alarms  cj 

Whence  comes  it,  neighbour  Dick  55 

Vvrhat  is't  to  us  who  guides  the  llate  6r 

When  once  the  g-  c?,  like  us  below  -  78 

What  woman  car.  do  00 

When  my  locks  are  grown  hoary  102 

Where-ever  I'm  going,  and  all  the  day  lorg  107 

Welcome,  welcome,  brother  debtor     '  120 

ire's  my  fwain  fo  bh  the  and  clever  126 

When  merry  hearts  were  gay  i56 

Why  heaves  my  fond  bofom  iy* 

When  late  I  wander'd  o'er  the  plain  ,  206 

When  Britaimfirfi  at  lieav'h's  command  :                  20S 

'■  en  earth's  foundation  firfc  was  laid  21 1 

"Whatever  fqueamifh  lovers  may  fay  -    '                218 

¥£hat  iieanzies  does  Flora  difclofe  236 


,  j 


&i  CONTENTS. 

Page 

When  Maggy  and  I  fell  acquaint  239 

When  I  was  in  my  fe'enteen  years  256 

When  firft  my  dear  laddie  284 

We're  gaily  yet,  and  we're  gaily  yet  288 

When  firlt  I  came  to  be  a  man  304 

When  I  have  a  faxpence  under  my  thumb  320 

Y. 

Ye  lads  of  true  fpirit,  pay  courtihip  to  claret  1 8 

Ye  belles,  and  ye  flirts  68 

You  know  I'm  your  prieft  105 

You  the  point  may  carry  I  i8 

Ye  fluggards,  who  murder  your  lifetime  in  fleep  200 

Ye  fportfmen  draw  near                         v  314 


THE  MUSICAL  MISCELLANY. 


SONG     I. 

DOWN  THE  .BURN  DAVIE. 


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in     her       ee' : 


BIyth     Davie's  blinks  her 


heart  did  move,  To     fpeak  her  mind,  thus    free  ; 


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Gang  down  the       burn,         Davie  love,  And  I  will 


f- —  seR«s3!3cnal — f— 


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1  THE  MUSICAL 

Now  Davie  did  each  lad  furpafs 
That  dwelt  on  this  bum  fide; 

And  Mary  was  the  bonnieft  lafs, 
Juft  meet  to  be  a  bride. 

Blyth  Davie's  blinks,  £&. 

Her  cheeks  were  rofy,  red  and  white, 

Her  ee'n  were  bonny  blue, 
Her  looks  were  like  Aurora  bright, 

Her  lips  like  dropping  dew. 
Blyth  Davie's  blinks,  £sV. 

What  pafs'd,  I  guefs,  was  harmlefs  play, 
And  nothing,  fure,  unmeet  ! 

For,  ganging  Hame,  I  heard  them  fay, 
They  lik'd  a  walk  fo  Tweet. 
Blyth  Davie's  blinks,  &c. 

His  cheeks  to  her's  he  fondly  laid  ; 

She  cry'd,   "  Sweet  love  be  true  ; 
«<  And  when  a  wife,  as  now  a  maid, 

»  To  death  I'll  follow  you." 
Blyth  Davie's  blinks,  fyc* 

As  fate  had  dealt  to  him  a  routh, 

Straight  to  the  kirk  he  led  her ; 
There  plighted  her  his  faith  and  truth. 

And  a  bonny  bride  he  made  her. 
No  more  amam'd  to  own  her  love, 

Or  fpeak  her  mind  thus  free  j 
.  "  Gang  down  the  burn,  Davie,  love* 

"  And  I  will  follow  thee." 


MISCELLANY. 


SONG     II. 
I'LL  NEVER  LEAVE  THEE. 


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leave  thee. 

Say,  lovely  Adonis,  fay, 
Has  Mary  deceiv'd  thee. 

Did  e'er  her  young  heart  betray 
New  love  to  grieve  thee. 

Aij 


4  THE  MUSICAL 

My  ccnftant  mind  ne'er  mall  ftray, 

Thou  may  believe  me  ; 
I'll  love  thee,  lad,  night  and  day, 

And  never  leave  thee. 

Adonis,  my  charming  youth, 

What  can  relieve  thee. 
Can  Mary  thy  anguhfh  focthe. 

This  fereaft  Mil  receive  tbe'e. 


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y  paljion  can  ne  er  oecay, 

Never  deceive  thee  : 
Delight  fhall  drive  pain  away, 
Fleafure  revive  thee. 

But  leave  thee,  leave  thee,  lad, 
How  mall  I  leave  thee. 

O  !  that  thought  makes  me  fad 
I'll  never  leave  thee. 

Where  would  ray  Adonis  fly  ; 
Why  does  he  grieve  me. 

Alas  !   my  poor  hear!  will  die, 
•  If  I  mould  leave  thee. 


MISCELLANY.  5 

SONG     III. 

LAST  TIME  I  CAME  O'ER  THE  MUIR. 


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The     lad    time  I  came  o'er   the  muir,    I 


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left  my     love  be  -  hind  me ;  Ye  pow'rs,  what  pain  do 


I  endure,  Vvrhen  foft  i  -  de  -  -  as    mind  me. 
Soon     as    the   ruddy       morn       difplay'd,    The 
beaming     day  enfuing,      I     met     betimes     my         ^ 

&*  ,  ^ — . 

lovely  m.sj.&j  In  'fit      re  -  -  treats  for  wooing;. 
A  iij 


6  THE  MUSICAL 

Beneath  the  cooling  made  we  lay. 

Gazing  and  chaftely  fporting  ; 
We  krfs'd  and  promis'd  time  away, 

Till  night  fpread  her  black  curtain.- 
I  pitied  all  beneath  the  fides, 

Even  kings,  when  flie  was  nigh  me  5 
In  raptures  I  beheld  her  eyes,. 

Which  cou'd  but  ill  deny  me. 

Shon'd  I  be  call'd  where  cannons  roar, 

Where  mortal  Heel  may  wound  me  5. 
Or  cafl:  upon  fome  foreign  ft  ore, 

Where  dangers  may  furround  me  ;   ! 
Yet  hopes  again  to  fee  my  love,     , 

To  feaft  on  glowing  kifTes, 
Shall  make  my  care  at  diilance  move, 

In  proipeci  of/uch  hliffes. 

In"  all  my  foul  there's  not  one  place 

To  let  a  rival  enter  ; 
Since  fne  excels  in  every  grace, 

In  her  my  love  (hall  center. 
Sooner  the  feas  mall  c&ife  to  flow", 

Their  waves  the  Alps  to  cover  ; 
On  Greenland's  ice  mall  rofes  grow, 

Before  I  ceafe  to  love  her. 

The  next  time  I  gang  o'er  the  muuv 

She- mail  a  lover  find  me; 
And  that  my  faith  is  firm  and  pure, 

Tho'  I  left  her  behind  me  : 
Then  Hymen's-  facred  bonds  mail  chain 

My  heart  to  her  fair  bofom  ; 
There,  while  my  being  does  remain, 

My  love  more  Frefh  fhqJl  bloSbiiu 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     IV. 

BESSY  BELL  AND  MARY  GRAY. 


O        Ba-  fy       Bell,    and       Mary  Gray,  They 


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gar      my  fan  -  cy     fal  -  ten 


8 


THE   MUSICAL 


Now  BeiTy's  hair's  like  a  lint- tap  ; 

She  fmiles  like  a  May  morning-, 
When  Phoebus  itarts  frae  Thetis'  lap, 

The  hills  with  rays  adorning  : 
White  is  her  neck,  fait  is  her  hand, 

Her  waifl  and  feet's  fu'  genty  ; 
With  ilka  grace  fhe  can  command  ; 

Her  lips,  O  vow  !   they're  dainty. 

And  Mary's  locks  are  like  a  craw, 


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m  like  diamonds  glances 


She's  ay  fae  clean,, redd  up,  and  braw, 
She  kills  whene'er  fhe  dances  : 

Blyth  as  a  kid,  with  .wit  at  will, 
She  blooming,  tight,  and  tall  is  ;. 


And  guides  1: 


er  airs  iae 


:fu'  Mill, 


O  Jove^  file's  like  thy  Pallas. 

Dear  BefTy  Bell  and  Mary  Gray, 

Ye  unco  fair  cpprefs  us  ; 
Our  fancies  jee  between  you  tway, 

Ye  are  fie  bonny  laiTes: 
Waes  me  !   for  baith  I  canna  get, 

.  To  ane  by  law  we're  flented  ;    l 
Then  I'll  draw  cuts,  and  tak'  my  fate3 

And  be  with  ane  contented. 


SONG     V. 

FOR  LAKE  OF  GOLD. 


p^iPi^^liii] 


•5- 


For    lake  of   gold  fhe's  left  me  O!  And  of 

~w — I — l — W7r:   tt  EIL  U  '   n-l  4  r   J EL. 


all  that's  dear  be  -  reft  me    O!  She    me    for-' 


MIZJ. 


MISCELLANY. 

J* — £. 


fook,  for     a      great  duke,  And  to     eridlefs 

A     four"     and 


■%L—2>.—iwvwz — . 1 — *sL_i K^r~ j_m 


atti: 


roe  foe's  left     me   O  ! 


^Hz£z|!!l:^:T:ziizi3izz:r^:xz#:g- 


^~^z£z 


gar  -  ter     has  more  art,  Than      youth,     a 


P^^Epi 


Z-Eij: 


isp 


£ 


true    and         faithful  heart,  for        emp  -  ty 


ir&mt^M 


ti  -  ties     we    mull  part,  And  for  glitt'ring 


:_J£- 


fhow  {he's  left     me     O  ! 


No  cruel  fair  fnall  ever  move 
My  injur'd  heart  again  to  love; 
Through  diftant  climates  I  mufl  rove, 

Since  Jeany  me  has  left  me. 
Ye  pow'rs  above,  I  to  your  care 
Give  up  my  charming  lovely  fair  ; 
Your  choiceft  bleffings  be  her  mare> 

HOkcr  flic's  for  ever  left  me. 


10 


THE   MUSICAL 


SONG     VI. 

AULD  ROBIN  GRAY. 


When  the     (Keep  are  in  the  fauld,  and  the 


ky     at    hame,  And         a'  the  vvarld   to 


RL_) 


-3i-AiLi 


#3^2 


p-i 


-WSBSt 


P—£ 


t-Jw: 


&d 


fleep   aregane,The  waes    of  my  heart  fa's  in 
0= 


0£0^mBM 


fhow'rs    frae  my    ee',  When   my   gudeman  lies 


found       by     me. 


Young  Jamie  Ioo*d  me  well,  and  he  fought  me  for  his 
bride,  « 

But  laving  a  crown,  he  had  naething  befide  ; 
To  make  that  crown  a  pound,  my  Jamie  went  to  fea, 
And  the  crown  and  the  pound  were  baith  for  me. 

He  hadna*  been  awa'  a  week  but  only  twa, 
When  my  mither  (he  fell  nek,  and  the  cow  was  ftown'n 

awa'  ; 
My  father  brake  his  arm,  and  my  Jamie  at  the  fea, 
And  auld  Robin  Gray  came  a-courting  me. 


MISCELLANY.  ,    1  1 

My  father  cou'dna'  wirk,  and  my  mither  cou'dna'  fpin, 
I  toil'd  day  and  night,  but  their  bread  1  cou'dna'  win  ; 
Auid  Rob  maintained  them  baifch,  and  wi'  tears  in  hisee', 
Said,  jenny,  for  their  fakes,  O  marry  me. 

My  heart  it  faid  na',  I  looli'd  for  Jamie  back, 
But  the  wind  it  blew  high,  and  the  fhip  it  was  a  wreck; 
The  ihip  it  was  a  wreck,  why  didna'  Jenny  die, 
And  why  do  I  live  to  cry,  JVacs  me! 

Auld  Robin  argu'd  fair,  tho'  my  mither  didna'  fpeak, 
She  look'd  in  my  face,  till  my  heart  was  like  to  break  ; 
So  they  gied  him  my  hand,  tho'  my  heart  was  in  the  fea, 
And  auld  R.obin  Gray  is  gudeman  to  me. 

I  hadna'  been  a  wife  a  week  but  only  four, 
When,  fittiag  fae  mournfully  at  the  door, 
I  faw  my  Jamie' ;  wreath,  but  didna'  think  it  he, 
Till  he  faid,  I'm  come  back  for  to  marry  thee. 

0  fair  did  we  greet,  and  muckle  did  we  fay, 
We  took  but  ae  kifs,  and  we  tore  ourfelves  away; 
I  wifli  I  were  dead,  but  I'm  no  like  to  die, 
And  why  do  I  live  to  fay,  V/aes  me  ! 

1  gang  like  a  ghaift,  and  carena'  to  fpin, 

I  darena'  think  on  Jamie,  for  that  wou'd  be  a  fin  ; 
But  I'll  do  my  bell,  a  gude  wife  to  be, 
For  auld  Robin  Gray  is  kind  to  me. 


12  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     VII. 
THE  VICAR  AND  MOSES. 


SEggJ^feplE^llJEJEl 


Z3a 


At  the     fign  -of  the  horfe,  old   Spintext  of 


I 


m. 


EfeS:| 


courfe,  Each  night  took  his  pipe  and  his  pot.  O'er  a] 


JEZJ3EZK 


iSS? 


JN-J^-p 


i 


jorum  of  nappy,  quite  pleafant  and  happy,  Was 
I tb ^^- ^-fc-^-fe— fc— 


& b_fs p^-— _fc-_JS_fc_..A-. 


plac'd  this    canonical    fot.  Tol  de     rol  de     rol 


i 


n 


1 


//'  -  dol     di       dol. 


The  evening  was  dark,  when  in  came  the  dark, 

"With  reverence  due  and  fubmiflion  ; 
Firil  ftrok'd  his  cravat,  then  twirl' d  round  his  hat, 

And  bowing,  preferred  his  petition. 

Pm  come,  Sir,  fays  he,  to  beg  look,  d'ye  fee, 

Of  your  reverend  worfhip  and  glory, 
To  inter  a  poor  baby,  with  as  much  fpecd  as  may  be, 

And  I'll  walk  with  the  lanthorn  before  you. 


MISCELLANY.  1 3 

The  body  we'll  bury,  but  pray  where 'a  the  hurry  ? 

Why  Lord,  Sir,  the  corpfe  it  does  ftay  : 
You  fool  hold  your  peace,  lince  miracies  ceafe, 

A  corpfe,  Mofes,  can't  run  away. 

Then  Mofes  he  fmil'd,  faying,  Sir,  a  fmall  child 

Cannot  long  delay  your  intentions  ; 
Why  that's  true,  by  St  Paul,  a  child  that  is  fmall, 

Can  never  enlarge  it's  dimenfions. 

Bring  Mofes  fome  beer,  and  bring  me  fome,  d'ye  hear, 

I  hate  to  be  call'd  from  my  liquor  : 
Come,  Mofee,  The  King,  'tis  a  fcandalous  thing-, 

Such  a  fubjecl  mould  be  but  a  Vicar. 

Then  Mofes  he  fpoke,  Sir  'tis  pall  twelve  o'clock, 

Befides  them's  a  terrible  mower ; 
Why  Mofes,  you  elf,  fince  the  clock  has  ftruck  twelre, 

I'm  fure  it  can  never  flrike  more. 

Befides,  my  dear  friend,  this  leffon  attend, 
Which  to  fay  and  to  fwear  I'll  be  bold, 

That  the  corpfe,  fnow  or  rain,  can't  endanger,  that'splain, 
But  perhaps  you  or  I  may  take  cold. 

Then  Mofes  went  on,  Sir  the  clock  has  flruck  one, 

Pray  mailer  look  up  at  the  hand ; 
Why  it  ne'er  can  flrike  lefs,  'tis  a  folly  to  prefs 

A  man  for  to  go  that  can't  Hand. 

At  length,  hat  and  cloak  old  Orthodox  took, 

But  firil  cram'd  his  jaw  with  a  quid  ; 
Each  tipt  off  a  gill,  for  fear  they  mould  chill, 

And  then  ftagger'd  away  lide  by  fide. 

When  come  to  the  grave,  the 'clerk  hum'd  a  Have, 
Whilft  the  furplice  was  wrapt  round  the  Priell  ; 

Where  fo  droll  wrfs  the  figure  of  Mofes  and  Vicar, 
That  the  parifh  flili  talk  of  the  jeft. 


14  THE  MUSICAL 

Good  people,  let's  pray,  put  the  corpfe  t'other  way, 

Or  perchance  I  mall  over  it  -itumble  ; 
'Tis  beil  to  take  care,  tho?  the  fages  declare, 

A  mortuum  caput  can't  tremble. 

Woman  that's  born  of  a  man,  that's  wrong,  the  leaf 's 
torn  ; 

O  man,  .that  is  born  of  a  woman, 
Can't,  continue  an  hour,  but  is  cut  down  like  a  flow'r; 

You  iee,  Moles,  death  fpareth  no  man. 

Here,  Mofes,  do  look,  what  a  confounded  book, 
''Sure  the  letters  are  turn'd  upfide  down. 

Such  a  fcandalous  print,  fure.  the  devil  is  in't, 
That  this  Bafket  mould  print  for  the  Crown. 

Prithee,  Mofes,  you  read,  for  I  cannot  proceed, 

And  bury  the  corpfe  in  my  (lead. 
(Amen.     Amen.) 
Why,  Mofes,  your're  wrong,  pray  hold  ft  ill  your  tongue, 

You've  taken  the  tail  for  the  head. 

O  where's  thy  fling,  Death!  put  the  corpfe  in  the  earth, 

For,  believe  me,  'tis  terrible  weather. 
So  the  corpfe  was  interr'd,  without  praying  a  word. 

And  away  they  both  flagger'd  together, 
Singing  To)  de  rol  de  rol  tt  dol  dt  doL 


■m- 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     VIII. 
ON  ETRICK  BANKS. 


15 


geg^SES 


m 


On      Etrlck  banks,  ae  fummer's  night,  at 


^H^HHe^I 


gloming  when  the      flieep     drave    hame,     I 


rixWmifm 


raet  my     laffie     braw  and  tight,  Came     wading 


^^p^S^g 


barefoot,      a'      her  lane  :        My     heart   grew 


^:- 


mimm 


light,     I        ran,       I    Hang  My   arms  about  her 


-m- 


Hiii 


•.— 


± 


m 


lil  -  -  ly  neck,  And  kifs'd  and  clap'd  her  there  fu' 


imiiSiffii 


lang,  My  words  they   were     na  mony  feck. 

Bij 


1 6  THE  MUSICAL 

I  faid,  My  laflie,  will  ye  go 

To  the  Highland  hills,  the  Earfe  to  lear 
I'll  baith  gi'e  thee  a  cow  and  ew, 

When  ye  come  to  the  brigg  of  Earn. 
At  Leith  auld  meal  comes  in,  ne'es-  fafh. 

And  herrings  at  the  Broomieluw. 
Chear  up  your  heart,  my  bonny  lafs, 

There's  gear  U>  wia  we  never  favv. 

All  day  when  we  have  wrought  enough, 

When  winter,  froft»  and  (haw  begin, 
Soon  as  the  fan  gaes  weft  the  loch, 

At  night  when  ye  fit  down  to  fpin, 
1 11  fere w  my  pipes  and  play  a  fpring  : 

And  thus  the  weary  night  we'll  end, 
Till  the  tender  kid  and  lamb- time  bring 

Our  pleafant  fummer  back  again. 

Syne  when  the  trees  are  in  their  bloomy 
And  go  wane  glent  o'er  ilka  field, 

I'll  meet  my  lafs  amang  the  broom, 

-     And  lead  you  to  my  fummer  fhield. 

Then  far  frae  a'  their  fcornfu  din, 

That  make  the  kindly  hearts  their  fport 

We'll  laugh  and  kifs,  and  dance  and  fing,. 
And  gar  the  langefi  day  feem  fhort. 


Plaintive, 


MISCELLANY* 

SONG     IX. 

HERE  AW  A,  THERE  AWA. 


j7 


Here    awa,       there     awa,      here     awa,  Willie  ; 


Here    awa,  there  awa,     here     awa     hame. 


r  _~-"Tgr  ~ P — > — "~-zr 


fe-VJ- 


Lang  have   I    fought  thee,       dear     have     I 


bought  thee,  Now  I  have      gotten  my  Willie  a- 


^£=§-3:1 


±fcfc 


;e 


jam. 


Through  the  Iang  muir  T  have  foJlow'cl  my  Willie, 
Through  the  lang  muir  I  have  follow'd  him  hame, 
Whate'er  betide  us,   nought  mall  div-ide  us  ; 
Love  now  rewards  all  my  forrow  and  pain. 

Here  awa,  there  awa,  here  awa,  Willie'; 
Here  awa,  there  awa,  here  awa  hame  ; 
Come  love,  believe  me,  naething  can  grieve  me, 
>leafes  while  Willie's  at  hame* 


Ilka  tiling  pi 


Biy 


i8 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     X. 
YE  LADS  OF  TRUE  SPIRIT. 


liip!! 


a 


Li. 


*£} 


Ye  lads  of  true  fpirit,pay  courtfhip  to  claret,  Re 


WZM 


SEg^i 


ifc=~ 


.^ — _r_^. — ^ — 7V 

leas'd  from  the  trouble  of    thinking.  A     fool  long  a- 


i 


E« 


go  faid  we     nothing  could  know ;  The  fellow  knew 


gj^p=p 


m. 


K 


nothing  of  drinking.  To    pore   over    Plato,     or 


.pra£tife  with  Cato,  Difpaifionate     dunces  might 


ispfffrr^P 


make    us;    But  men, now  more  wife, felf- denial  de- 


fpife,  And   live  by  the  leffons   of    Bacchus 


Big-wig'd,  in  fine  coach,  fee  the  doctor  approach  ; 

He  folemnly  up  the  flair  paces  ; 
Looks  grave — fmells  his  cane — rp-;  lies  finger  to  vein, 

And  counts  the  repeats  with  grimaces. 


MISCELLANY.  19 

As  he  holds  pen  in  hand,  life  and  death  are  at  Hand— 

A  tofs  up  which  party  fhall  take  us. 
Away  with  fuch  cant — no  prefcription  we  want 

But  the  nourifhing  noftrum  of  Bacchus. 

We  jollily  join-in  the  practice  of  wine, 

While  mifers  'midft  plenty  are  pining ; 
While  ladies  are  fcorning,  and  lovers  are  mourning', 

We  laugh  at  wealth,  wenching,  and  whining. 
Drink,  drink,   now  'tis  prime  ;  tofs  a  bottle  to  Time, 

He'll  not  make  fuch  hafte  to  overtake  us  ; 
His  threats  we  prevent,    and  his  cracks  we. cement, 

By  the  ftyptical  balfam  of  Bacchus. 

What  work  is  there  made,  by  the  newfpaper-trade, 
Of  tins  man's  and  t'other  man's  ftation  ! 

The  inns  are  all  bad,  and  the  outs  are  all  mad  ; 
In  and  out  is  the  cry  of  the  nation. 

The  politic  patter  which  both  parties  chatter 
.    From  bumpering  freely  fnan't  make  us  ; 

With  half-pints  in  hand,  independent  we'll  Hand 
To  defend  Magna  Charta  of  Bacchus. 

Be  your  motion's  well-  tim'd ;  be  allcharg'd  and  all  prim'd 

Have  a  care — right  and  left — and  make  ready. 
Right  hand  to  glafs  join — at  your  lips  red  your  wine  ; 

Be  all  in  your  exercife  fteady. 
Our  levels  we  boaft  when  our  women?  we  toad  ; 

May  graciouiiy  they  undertake  us  ! 
No  more  we  defire — fo  drink  and  give  fire, 

A  volley  to  beauty  and  Bacchus  1 


2© 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     XL 

FORME  MY  FAIR. 


^iMm^^^fM 


V 

For  me  my  fair    a   wreath  has  wove,  where   rival 


3=iP! 


?pgp=§^iEp 


*ovv  rs  in    union 


meet,  where  rival  flow'rs  in    union 


meet;     As  oft  (he  kifs'd  this    gift    of    love,     her 


"CJ- 


Hz — *H -i-r^-F-h-  -^—rj:^-  ^-  ft*- 

H —l -^-"^af— ■■«■-■ J^J -lad 


breath  gave  fwettnefs  to  the  fweet,  as   oft  me  kifs'd  the 


— -# — j — ■#— 


=^|KEfe 


texa! — -£3 — ; 


gift  of  love,  her  breath  gave  fweetnefs  to  the  fweet. 


-FrF 


T_^zpZ-^r:l:l 


her     breath  gave  fweetnefs  to  the  fweet. 


MISCELLANY.  21 

A  bee  within  a  damafk  rcfe 

Had  crept,  the  ne&ar'd  dew  to  fip, 

But  leiler  fweets  the  thief  forgoes, 
And  fixes  on  Louifa's  lip. 

There  tailing  all  the  bloom  of  fpr'ng, 
Wak'd  by  the  rip'ning  breath  of  May, 

Tti'  ungrateful  fpdper"  left  his  fling, 
And  with  the  k<?ney  fkd  away, 


22  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     XII. 

TO  ANACREON  IN  HEAVEN. 


To  Anacreon    in  heav'n,  where  he  fat  in  full  glee, 


lliilli 


■jr- 

A  few  fons  of  harmony  fent  a  petition,     That  he 


-*r*— 


Wm 


i 


their  infpirer  and   patron     would  be ;  When  this 


g^^g&pi 


anfwer  arriv'd    from  the  jolly  eld  G-recian — Voice 


jSiliigBS 


-75-* 


fiddle,  and  flute,    No   longer  be  mute,  I'll      lend 


*d£ 


p- 


aEdrfc 


s 


=fc 


you  my   name  and  infpire   you  to  hoot;  And  befides 


I'll  inflnift  you  like  me   to   in  twine   The  myrtle  of 


MISCELLANY.  23 

E=S±fe§feEE«3 

Venus  with  Bacchus's     vine.      And  bejidis,     PH 
snftruB  you  like       me  to  inttvine  the  myrtle  of    Venus 

fg^~  _iri';"rr— L,"-i*~--~c'--nr,i^  cirr7"7~~"5    , ' 

with  Bacchus's    vine. 

The  news  through  Olympus  immediately  flew  ; 

When  old  Thunder  pretended  to  give  himfelf  airs-— 
"  If  thefe  mortals  are  fuffer'd  their  fcheme  to  purfue, 
•  "  The  devil  a  % oddcfs  will  itay  above  Hairs. 
"  Hark  !  already  they  cry, 
"   la  tranfports  of  joy, 
fi  Away  to  the  foris  of  Anacreon  we'll  fly, 
"  And  there,  with  good  felWws>  we'll  learn  to  iatwine 
"  The  'myrtle  of  Ve.nus  with  Bacchus's  vine. 

'•  The  yellow-hair'd  God  and  his  nine  fufty  maids, 

"   From  Helicon's  banks  will  incontinent  flee, 
"  Idal'a  will  boaft  but  of  tenantlefs  fhades, 

"  And  the  bi- forked  hill  a  mere  defart  will  be. 
"  My  thunder,  no  fear  on't, 
"  Shall  loon  do  it's  errand, 
"  And,  dam'me !  I'll  fwinge  the  ringleaders,  I  warrant, 
"   I'll  trim  the  young  dogs,  for  thus  daring  to  twine 
"  The  myrtle  of  Venus  with  Bacchus's  vine." 

Apollo  rofe  up  ;  and  faid,  "  Pr'ythee  ne'er  quarrel, 
"  Good  king  of  the  Gods,  with  my  vot'ries  below  ; 

"  Your  thunder  is  ufelefs" — then,  mewing  his  laurel, 
Cry'd,  <{  Sic  evitabile  fulmen,  you  know  ! 


24  THE  MUSICAL 

"  Then  over  each  head 

•«  My  laurels  I'll  fpread  ; 
"  Somyfonsfromyourcrakerenomifchiefmallcireru!, 
il  Whilft  fnug  in  their  club-  room,  they  jovially  twine 
"  The  myrtle  of  Venus  with  Bacchus's  vine. 

Next  Momus  get.  up,  with  his  rifible  phiz, 

And  fwore  with  Apollo  he'd  chearfully  join — 
"  The  tide  of  full  harmony  ftill  {hall  be  his, 

"  But  the  fong,and  the  catch, and  thelaugh  fhallbe  mine. 
"  Then,  Jove,  be  not  jealous 
«  Of  thefe  honeft  fellows," 
Cry 'd  Jove,  * '  We  relent ,  fmce  the  truth  you  now  tell  us ; 
"  And  fwear,  by  eld  Styx,  that  they  long  mall  intwine 
"  The  myrtle  of  Venus  with  Bacchus's  vine." 

Ye  fons  of  Anacreon,  then,  join  hand  In  hand  ; 

.  Preferve  unanimity,  friendfhip,  and  love  ; 
JTis  your's  to  fupport  what's  fo  happily  plann'd  ; 
You've  the  fan£tion  of  Gods,  and  the  fiat  of  Jove. 
While  thus  we  agree, 
Our  toaft  let  it  be. 
May  our  club  jflourim  happy,  united,  and  free  ! 
And  long  may  the  fons  of  Anacreon  intwine 
The  myrtle,  of  Venus  with  Bacchus's  vine. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XIII. 

0  SAW  YE  MY  FATHER 


t* 


fct 


&m 


faw  ye  my      father,    or     faw    ye    my" 

fa 


lilpipgpil 


motlier,  Or  faw   ye    my  true  love   John  ? 


Sliiiifiiiii 


I       faw   not  your  father,       I        faw  not  your 


-Sf- 


&r-r+- 


^zinz^ii-^zi 


mother,     But     I    faw     your      true   love  John. 

Up  Johnny  rofe,  and  to  the  door  he  goes, 

And  gently  tirled  the  pin. 
The  laffie  taking  tent,  unto  the  door  me  went, 

And  fhe  open'd  and  let  him  in. 

Flee  up,  flee  up,  my  bonny  grey  cock, 

And  craw  when  it  is  day  ; 
Your  neck  fhall  be  like  the  bonny  beaten  gold, 

And  your  wings  of  the  filver  grey. 

The  cock  prov'd  falfe,  and  untrue  he  was, 

For  he  crew  an  hour  o'er  foon. 
The  laffie  thought  it  day  when  fhe  fent  her  love  away. 

And  it  was  but  a  blink  of  the  moon. 
C 


26 


TPJE   MUSICAL 

SONG     XIV. 
KATHARINE  OGXE 


■^  As         walking  forth  to   view    ti 


. — -__ -*-._ — r—»~i-, 1 r~Lr-frT  I — Ri — fT3n 

iSfe^33|3S^ilEEF 

j  Up- on       a       morning    ear  -  ly,  While  May's 

'  3tSlP±|E|Ei^rf==3E=E 


~HfE!££i! 


-tr^trra 


. *-k3F:SSBr — bbr 

«{  fweet  fcent  did    chear     my    hrain,      From 

•^         flow'rs    which    grew      fo       rarely. 


^E^E^EEgEg^ 


MISCELLANY, 


27 


fepE?z^^=r 


4: 


s~\ 


ttir-:£i' 


-mx 

chanc'd  to  meet    a     pret  -  ty  maid,  She    fhin'd 


W&aosa 


c  tho'    it       was       foggy  J       I         afk'd      her 

_k-P-_  J!:  _  _|_    ~^ - : 


ftsn^sin  _. 


pippl 


^  name,  Sweet    Sir,  me  faid,       My        name     is 

fc-r, -t— — irg — p"~^~ff: 


e 


n 


Is: TZ~r — its' 


=f 


feat 


eIIee1=z*es== 


Katharine    Ogie. 

ta 


1  flood  awhile,  and  did  admire, 
To  fee  a  nymph  fo  ftately  ; 


28  THE   MUSICAL 

So  brilk  an  air  there  did  appear 

In  a  country- maid  fo  neatly  ? 
Such  natural  fweetnefs  me  difplay'd, 

Like  a  lillie  in  a  boggie. 
Diana's  felf  was  ne'er  array'd 

Like  this  fame  Katharine  Ogie. 

The  fioiv'r  of  females,  beauty's  queen, 

Who  fees  thee,  fure  mull  prize  thee  ; 
Though  thou  art  drefs'd  in  robes  but  mean. 

Yet  thefe  cannot  diiguife  thee  ; 
Thy  handfome  air,  and  graceful  look, 

Far  excels  any  clownish  regie  ; 
Thou'rt  match  for  laird,  or  lord,  or  duke* 

My  charming  Katharine  Ogie. 

O  were  I  but  fome  fiiepherd  fwain  ! 

To  feed  my  flock  befide  thee, 
At  bughting-time  to  leave  the  plain, 

In  milking  to  abide  thee ; 
I'd  think  rn^felf  a  happier  man. 

With  Kate,  my  club,  and  dogie, 
Than  he  that  hugs  his  thoufands  ten, 

Had  I  but  Katharine  Ogie. 

Then  I'd  defpife  th'  imperial  throne, 
And  flatefmens  dangerous  Rations  °. 
9d  be  no  king,  I'd  wear  no  crown, 
'  I'd  fraile  at  conqu'ring  nations  : 
Might  I  carefs  and  ilill  pofTefs 

This  lafs  of  whom  I'm  vogie, 
Tor  thefe  are  toys,  and  ft  ill  look  lef3, 
Compar'd  with  Katharine  Ogie. 

But  I  fear  the  gods  have  not  decreed 

For  me  fo  fine  a  creature, 
Whofe  beauty  rare  makes  her  exceed 

All  other  works  in  nature. 
Clouds  of  defpair  furround  my  love, 

That  are  both  dark  and  foggy  : 
Pity  my  cafe  ye  powers  above, 

Elfe  I  die  for  Katharine  Ogie. 


MISC  ELLAKY. 

SONG     XV. 
FY  GAR  RUB  HER  OE&  WP  SfRAE. 


29 


ffiSSl 


=±±1*3*3 


—4ir~ 


eb; 


And  gin  ye  meet     a      bonny      laflky    Gie'er 
a     kifs  and     let  her  gae  ;   But    if    ye      meet  a 


5=H 


feBft 


1 — ri^-" 


Ht£:l 


dirty      hufTy,   Fy  gar  rub  her   o'er  wi'  ilrae* 


Be  fare  ye    dinna      quit   the  grip    Of       ilka 


r^P 


#*-*■ — 


iE3E&ESEEEEgE 

joy  when     ye    are  young,  Before    auld  age    3 

»-n=n3a33pfc£: 


SESifrrSi 


ILX 


Wi 


vi  -  tal 


s    nip,  And  lay  ye  twafald     o'er   a 


Sweet  youth's  a  blyth  and  heartfome  time  ; 

Then,  lads  and  laffes,  while  'tis  May, 
Gae  pu'  the  gowan  in  it's  prime, 

Before  it  wither  and  decay. 
Cii] 


30  THE  MUSICAL, 

Watch  the  faft  minutes  of  delyte, 

When  Jenny  fpeaks  beneath  her  breath3 

And  kiffes,  laying  a'  the  wyte 
On  you,  if  fhe  kepp  ony  fkaith. 

Haith  ye're  ill-bred,  flie'll  fmiling  fay, 

Ye'U  worry  me,  ye  greedy  r»ok  : 
Syne  frae  your  arms  fhe'U  rin  away, 

And  hid  herfelf  in  fome  dark  nook. 
Her  laugh  will  lead  you  to  the  place,. 

Where  lies  the  happinefs  ye  want, 
And  plainly  tell  you  to  your  face, 

Nineteen  na-fays  are  ha'f  a  grant. 

Now  to  her  heaving  bofom  cling, 

And  fweetly  toolie  for  a  kifs : 
Frae  her  fair  finger  whoop  a  ring, 

As  taiken  of  a  future  blifs. 
Thefe  bennifons,  I'm  very  fure,^ 

Are  of  the  gods  indulgent  grant  : 
Then,  furly  carls,  whiiht,  forbear 

To  plague  us  with  your  whining  cant. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XVI. 

FILL  YOUR  GLASSES. 


31 


Fill  your  glaffes  banifh  grief,  Laugh  and  worldly 


pHipgl^ 


care  defpife;  Sorrow  ne'er  will  bring  relief:  Joy  from 


ie!:3H-;,. 


#*- 


E~  A 


w- 


m§ 


drinking  will  arife.  Why  mould  we,  with  wrinkl'd  care 


ism 


Change  what  nature  made  fo  fair  ?  Drink,  and  fet  the 


m 


IE«2 


p@SSi 


heart    at  reft ;     Of  a  bad  market  make  the  bell* 

Bufy  brains  we  know,  alas  ! 

With  imaginations  run  ; 
Like  the  fands  i'  th'  hour-glafs, 

Turn'd  and  turn'd,  and  ftill  run  onP 
Never  knowing  where  to  flay, 
But  uneafy  ev'ry  way. 
Drink,  and  fet  the  heart  at  reft  j 
Peace  of  mind  is  always  beft, 


\1  THE  MUSIC  At 

Some  purfue  the  winged  wealth, 
Some  to  honours  high  afpire  : 
Give  me  freedom,  give  me  health  \. 

There's  the  fum  of  my  ddl're. 
What  the  world  can  more  pretent 
Will  not  add  to  my  content, 
Drink,   and  fet  the  heart  at  reft  ; 
Peace  of  mind  is  always  bell. 

Mirth,  when  mingled  with  our  wme3 
Make  the  heart  alert  and  free  ; 

Should  it  fnow,   or  rain,  or  dune, 
Still  the  fame  thing  'tis  with  me* 

There's  no  fence  againft  our  fate  ; 

Changes  daily  on  us  wait. 

Drink,   and  fet  your  hearts  at  reft  ;; 

Of  a  bad  market  make  the  beiL. 


MISCELLANY. 


33 


SONG     XVII. 
EW-BUGHTS  MARION. 


Will  ye     go  to   the      ew  bug 


Will  ye     go  to    the      ew  bughts  Marion,  And 

23 


£=fzzzz 


wear  in    the  fiieep    wi'     me?      The    fun      {hines 
-w-S? — 


^si^fniii^ 


i'weet,  my        Marion,    But   nae    half  fae      fweet 


as      thee.  The  fun  mines  fweet,  my  Marion,    But 


§ 


\*3t 


nae  half  fae     fweet    as      thee. 

O  Marion's  a  bonny  lafs, 

And  the  blyth  blinks  in  her  ee'j 
And  fain  wad  I  marry  Marion, 

Gin  Marion  wad  marry  me. 

There's  goud  in  your  garters,  Marion, 
And  filk  on  your  white  haufs-bane  j 

Fu'  fain  wad  I  kifs  my  Marion, 
At  e'en  when  I  come  hame. 


34 


THE  MUSICAL 


I've  nine  miks  ewes,  my  Marion  ; 

A  cow  and  a  brawny  quey, 
I'll  gi'e  them  a*  to  my  Marion  ; 

Jurl  on  her  bridal-day  ; 

And  ye's  get  a  green  fey  apron, 

And  waftecoat  of  the  London  brown, 

And  vow  but  ye  will  be  vap'ring, 
Whene'er  ye  gang  to  the  town. 

I'm  young  and  ft  out.  my  Marion  ; 

Nane  dances  like  me  on  the  green  : 
And  gin  ye  forfake  me,  Marion, 

I'll  e'en  draw  up  wi'  Jean  ; 

Sae  put  on  your  pearlins,  Marion, 
And  kyitle  of  the  cramafie  ! 

And  foon  as  my  chin  hasnae  hair  on, 
I  (hall  come  weft,  and  fee  y$. 


MISCELLANY, 

SONG     XVIII. 

HUNTING  THE  HARE. 


35 


■^z^^^z-z^z-jii^zt^T 


What  fport  can  compare,  to  the  knitting  of    the 


— ,_.._h. 


hare,     In  the  morning,  In  the  morning,  In  fair  and 


.*L_  4i--L-l- 


pleaiant  weather,  With  our  horfes  and  our  hounds, 


gtfeEgg 


Sdtqazdfe: 


S:Mf 


fcrir1-^— n 


kawh 


we  will  fcour  o'er  the  grounds, and  Tan-ta-ra,  Huz- 


->£- 


^MSg 


za,  and  Tan-ta-ra,  Huz-za     and    Tan-ta-ra,  Hi 


_L. 


£3 


za,  brave  boys  we  will  folk 


When  poor  pufs  doth  rife, 
Then  away  from  us  fhe  flies, 
And  we  givQ  her  a  thundering  hollow, 


36  THE  MUSICAL 

With  our  horfes  and  our  hounds 
We  will  pull  her  courage  down, 
And  Tantara,  Huzza,  brave  boys  we  will  follow. 

When  poor  pufs  is  kill'd 

We  retire  from  the  field, 
To  be  merry  boys,  and  drink  away  all  forrow, 

We  have  nothing  more  to  fear 

But  to  drown  old  father  Care, 
And  to  baniih,  Huzza,  all  his  wants  till  to-morrow. 


MISCELLANY, 

SONG     XIX, 
HARK  AWAY. 


37 


HilSiiiiiiiiil 


Hark  a- way  'tis  the  merry  ton'd  horn,  Calls  the  hunt- 


ers  all  up  with  the  morn,  To  the  hills  and  the  woodlands 

iililiiiiiil 


we  ileer,  To  unharbour   the  out  lying  deer  And 


jij^j^fefc 


all  the  day  long    this  this  is  ourfong,  ilill  hollowing 


and  following  fo    frolic  and    free.  Our  joys 


know  no  bounds«while  we're    af-ter  the    hounds,  No 


-M ' ■ \m\ — bai — ' lassl— B M — ** 


mortals     on   earth     are   fo      jol  -  ly  as       we. 
D 


33 


THE  MUSICAL 


Hound  the  woods  when  we  beat  how  we  glow, 
While  the  hills  they  all  echo  Hollow ! 
With  a  bounce  from  his  cover  the  flag  flies, 
Then  our  fhouts  long  refourid  thro'  the  ikies. 
Chorus.     And  all  the  day  long,  &c. 

When  we  fweep  o'er  the  valleys,  or  climb 
Up  the  health  breathing  mountain  fublime, 
What  a  joy  from  our  labours  we  feel, 
Which  alone  they  who  tafte  can  reveal. 
Chorus.     And  all  the  day  long,   &c. 


SONG     XX. 

CONTENTED  I  AM. 


zd    I  am,  and  contented  I'll  be,  For  what  can 
lis  world  more  afford,  Than  a  lafs  who  will  fociably 

:E=t^k:;!==?=Ud::trtrt=:t:b: 


fit  on     my  knee,  And  a     cellar  with    liquor  well 

k — & 


3EB^ 


f~i. 


55 


ilor'd,  My  brave  bo  -  - 


ys,  And  a  cellar 


m 


ti:p2==3I 


»zr.z±l=±zM 


with  liquor  well  Ilor'd, 


MISCELLANY.  39 

My  vault- door  is  open,  defcend  and  improve  ; 

That  cafk,  fir,  ay,  that  we  will  try  ; 
'Tis  as  rich,  to  the  taftflfcas  the  lips  of  your  love, 

And  as  bright  as  her  cheeks  to  the  eye. 

In  a  piece  of  flit  hoop  fee  my  candle  is  ftuck  ; 

'Twill  light  us  the  bottle  tp  hand, 
The  foot  of  my  glafs  for  the  purpofe  I  broke, 

For  I  hate  that  a  bumper  fnould  Hand.-  s 

Sound thefe pipes,  they're  in  tune;  fearch the  bins, they're 
well  nll'd  ; 

View  that  heap  of  old  hock  in  the  rear. 
Yon  bottles  are  Burgundy;  mark  how  they're  piPd, 

Like  artillery,  tier  over  tier. 

My  cellar's  my  camp  ;  my  foldiers  my  flafks, 

All  glorioufly  rang'd  in  review  ; 
When  I  caft  my  eyes  round,  I  confider  my  calks 

As  kingdoms  I've  yet  to  fubdue. 

Like  Macedon's  madman,  my  glafs  I'll  enjoy, 

Defying  hyp,  gravel,  or  gout. 
He  cry'd  when  he  had  no  more  worlds  to  deftroy  : 

I'll  weep  when  my  liquor  is  out. 

'Tis  my  will,  when  I  die  not  a  tear  mall  be  fhed, 

No  hic  jacet  be  cut  on  my  ftone  ; 
But  pour  on  my  coffin  a  bottle  of  red, 

And  fay  that  his  drinking  is  done. 


Dij 


40  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     XXL 

THE  HOUNDS  ARE  ALL  OUT. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

THE  hounds  are  all  out  and  the  morning  does  peep, 
Why  how  now  you  Haggardly  lot  I 
£Iow  can  you.  how  can  you  lie  fnoring  a-afleep, 
While  we  all  on  horfeback  have  got  my  brave  boy- 
While  we  all  on  horfeback  have  got. 

X  cannot  get  up,  for  the  over  night's  cup, 

So  terribly  lies  in  my  head, 
Befides  my  wife  cries,  my  dear  do  not  rife, 

But  cuddle  me  longer  a- bed  my  dear  boy. 
But  cuxldle  me  loager  a  bed. 

Come  on  with  your  boots,  and  faddle  your  mare, 

Nor  tire  us  with  your  longer  delay, 
The  cry  of  the  hounds,  and  the  fight  of  the  hare, 

Will  chafe  all  our  vapours  away  my  brave  boy& 
Will  chafe  all  our  vapours  away. 


MISCELLANY. 


4* 


SONG    xxn. 

COME,  COME,' MV  JOLLY  LADS. 


p!^:fzI:rzz^:^-L4-3:=-— Pi=-- 


■^     l^  "b^ 


sfe 


Come  come,     my  jolly  lads,  the  wind's  abaft,  b rifle 


^ales  our  fails  mall  croud,  Come  buftle,  buftle,  .buftle 


i^ — i 


EtH 


oatfwain  pipes  aloud;    ihe 

jz§:zji:±zzz:^zi:pzt[z±±izzt 


boys,  hawl  the  boat,  the  boatfwain  pipes  aloud;  The 

_Q __ 

§2:iz 

fhip's  unmoor'd,  all  hands  on  board,  The  riling  gale 

(-,,,.>  -<-i  j — i__^_J5^  p — p r pzp — ^i 

1EJr~*«<=5r* t- :!^=_-s tea! ! "far*H '. 


fills    ev'ry  fail  the  (hip's  wellmann'd  and  itor'd.  Then 

^fczszzq  zzzz  i:d:  pziazzpzztpz^xii-zzj^ 
pzjzz:?z-jz?x^zz?:±:ztzizl=zt±t5c 

fling  the  flowing  bowl,  Fond  hopes  arife,  the  girls  we 


-O-- 


z~i;e:;f;:^zzzzizqz^:pT:pzz-zzz 
g!_t__Szi_^_-S_„U„Kt Nfl l__[=_ 

prize  mall  blefs  each  jovial  foul.  The  cann  boysbring, 


^..p^        _ . 


well  drink  and  ting  while  foaming  billows  roll.' 


4^  The  musical 

Tho>  to  the  Spanifh  coaft 

We're  bound  to  iteer, 
We'll  ftill  our  rlglfts  maintain, 
Then  bear  a  hand,  be  Heady  boys* 

Soon  we'll  fee 
Old  England  once  again  : 

From  fhore  to  fliore^ 

While  cannons  roar, 
Our  tars  fliall  mow 
The  haughty  foe, 

Britannia  rules  the  main... 

Then  fling  the  flowing  bowl,. 

Fond  hopes  arife 

The  girls  we  prize 
Shall  blefs  each- jovial  foul  : 

The  cann  hoys  bring, 

We'll  drink  arid  ling, 
While  foaming  billows  roll. 

Cho.     Then  fling  the,  fcfo 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XXIII. 
LOCHABER  NO  MORE. 


43 


^n^\i-r^i=m 


Farewell    to    Lcchaber!      and     farewell   my 


SEffiIp3a 


Jean !  where  heartfome  with   thee     I    have       mony 


gjjggjjfBgglgi 


days  been;  For,  Lochaber      no       more,     Eocha- 


ber     no     more,  We'll  may   be  re-turn   to  Loch- 


Hi^Sl 


aber   no    more.  Thefe   tears  that  I     fhed, 


i^^ 


they  are    a*  for  my  dear,  And   no  for  the    dangers 


MljJM 


attending    on  weir ;  Tho'  bore  on  rough   feas   to 


THE  MUSICAL 


.pea?—.— j_  -~fSB — jeb? „ 

a     far     bloody  fhore,    May  be  to      re -turn     to 

JLochaber    no  more. 

Tbo'  hurricanes  rife,   and  rife  every  wind, 
They'll  ne'er  r/nke  a  temper!.,  like  that  in  my  mind  :  ; 
Tho'  loudert  of  thunders  on  1  vder  waves  roar, 
That's  naething  like  leaving  my  love  on  the  more. 
To  leave -thee  behind  the,   my  heart  is  fair  pain'd, 
By  tafe  that's  inglorious,   no  feme  can  be  gain'd. 
And  beauty  and  love's  the  reward  of  the  brave  : 
And  I  mulr'deferve  it,  before  I  can  crave. 

Then  glory,   my  Jeanv,   maun  plead  my  excufe, 
Since  honour  commands  me,  how  can  I  refufe  ? 
Without  it  I  ne'er  car:  have  merit  for  thee, 
And  without1  thy  favour  I'd  better  not  be. 
I  gae  then,   my  lafs,  to  win  honour  and  fame. 
i\nd  if  I  fhould  luck  to   come  glorioufly  hame. 
I'll  bring  a  heart  to  thee  with  love  running  o'er, 
And  then  I'll  leave  thee  and  Lochaber  no  more. 


&m 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XXIV. 

WHEN  I  WAS  A  YOUNG  ONE 


45 


f^iiti 


Efl±: 


When   I  was  a  young  one,  what  girl  was  like  me,  So 


SUp^l^ll 


wanton,  fo     airy,  and   brifk   as  a  bee,  I    tattl'd 


sippilpiiii 

I  rambl'd,  I  laugh*d,  and  where  e'er  a   fiddle  was 


§^P^W=I 


heard,  to  be  fure,  I   was     there. 

To  all  that  come  near  I  had  fomething  to  fay, 
*Twas  this  Sir,  and  that  Sir  !  but  fcarce  ever  nay* 
And  Sundays  dreft  out  in  my  filks  and  my  lace, 
I  warrant  I  flood  by  the  bell  in  the  place. 

At  twenty,  I  got  me  a  hufband — poor  man  f 
Well  reft  him — we  all  are  as'good  as  we  can  ; 
Yet  he  was  fo  peevifh,  he'd  quarrel  for  ftraws, 
And  jealous — tho*  truly  I  gave  him  fome  caufe. 

He  fnub'd  me  and  huff'd  me — but  let  me  alone, 
Egad  I've  a  tongue — and  I  paid  him  his  own  ; 
Ye  wives  take  the  hint  and  when  fpoufe  is  untowr'd, 
Stand  firm  to  our  charter — and  have  the  laft  word. 


46  the  musical 

But  now  I'm  quite  alter'd,  the  more  to  my  woe, 
I'm  not  what  I  was  forty  fummers  ago; 
This  Time's  a  fore  foe,  there's  no  manning  his  dart 
However  I  keep  up  a  pretty  good  heart. 

Grown  old,  yet  I  hate  to  be  fitting  mum  chance, 
I  ft  ill  love  a  tune  tho'  unable  to  dance. 
And,  books  of  devotion  laid  by  on  the  fhelf, 
I  teach  that  to  others-—!  once  did  myfelf. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XXV. 

THE  WOMEN  ALL  TELL  ME. 


47 


=fe 


The  women  all  tell   me  I'm  falfe  to  my  lafs ;  That  I 


quit  my  poor  Chloe,  and  flick  to  my  glafs.     But  to 
you,  men  of  reafon,  my  reafons  I'll  own;  And  if  you 

*"**-* ^rrmtTrrz: — ^ — w 

"Hr 


!S^=iteiEiE! 


don't  like  them,  why  let    them  alone. 

Although  I  have  left  her,   the  truth  I'll  declare  ; 
I  believe  me  was  good,,  and  I'm  fure  fh'e  was  fair  ; 
But  goodnefs  and  charms  In  a  bumper  I  fee 
That  make  it  a3  good  and  as  charming  as  (he. 

My  Chloe  had  dimples  and  fmiles,   I  miift  own  ; 

But,  though  fiSe  could  fmik,yet  in  truth  fhe  could  frown 

But  tell  me,  ye  lovers  of  liquor  divine, 

Did  you  e'er  fee  a  frown  in  a  bumper  of  wine  I 

Her  lulies  and  rofes  were  juft  in  their  prime  ; 
Yet  lillies  and  rofes  are  conquer'd  by  time  : 
But,  in  wine,  from  it's  age  fuch  benefit  flows, 
That  we  like  it  the  better  the  older  it  grows. 


48  THE  MUSICAL 

They  tell  me  my  love  would  in  time  have  been  cloy'd, 
And  that  beauty's  infipid  when  once  'tis  enjoy'd  ; 
But  in  wine  I  both  time  and  enjoyment  defy, 
For,  the  longer  I  drink,  the  more  thirfty  am  I. 

Let  murders,  and  battles,  and  hiftory,  prove 

The  mifchiefs  that  wait  upon  rivals  in  love  ; 

But  in  drinking,  thank  heav'n,  no  rival  contends^ 

For,  the  more  we  love  liquor,  the  more  we  are  friends. 

She  too  might  liave  poifon'd  the  joy  of  my  life, 
With  nurfes,  and  babies,  and  fqualling  and  ilrife  ; 
But  my  wine  neither  flurfes  or  babies  can  bring, 
And  a  big-bellied  bottle's  a  mighty  good  thing. 

We  fhorten  our  days  when  with  love  we  engage  ; 

It  brings  on  difeafes  and  haftens  old  age  : 

But  wine  from  grim  death  can  it's  votaries  fave. 

And  keep  out  t'other  leg  when  there's  one  in  the  grave. 

Perhaps,  like  her  fex,  ever  falfe  to  their  word, 
She  has  left  me — to  get  an  eftate,  or  a  lord  ; 
But  my  bumpers  (regarding  nor  titles  nor  pelf) 
Will  ftand  by  me  when  I  can't  Hand  by  myfelf. 

Then  let  my  dear  Chloe  no  longer  complain  ; 
She's  rid  of  her  lover,  and  I  of  my  pain  ; 
For  in  wine,  mighty  wine,  many  comforts  I  fpy. — 
Should  you  doubt  what  I  fay,  take  a  bumper  and  try. 


V 


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MISCELLANT, 

SONG     XXVI. 
LET  A  SET  OF  SOBER  ASSES. 


49 


Siaai 


s^piip 


Let   a   fet  of  fober   alfes  Rail  againft  the  joys  of 


Si^iS 


drinking,  While  water,  tea,  And  milk  agree  To 


Siskin 


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fet  cold  brains  a  thinking.  Power  &  wealth,  Beauty, 


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health,  Wit,  and  mirth,  in  wine  are  crown'd.  Joys  a- 


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bound,  Pleafure's  found,-'Ocly  where  the     glafs  goes 

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round. 

The  ancient  fe&s  on  happinefs 
All  differ'd  in  opinion  ; 
But  wifer  rules 
Of  Modern  fchools 

In  wine  fix  her  dominion. 
Power  and  wealth,  fcJV. 


^O  THE  MUSICAL 

Wine  gives  the  lover  vigour, 

Makes  glow  the  cheeks  of  beauty  ; 

Makes  poets  write, 

And  foldiers  fight, 
And  friendfhip  do  it's  duty. 

Power  and  wealth,  &c. 

Wine  was  the  only  Helicon 

Whence  poets  are  long-liv'd  fo  j 

'Twas  no  other  main 

Than  brifk  champaign 
Whence  Venus  was  deriv'd  too. 

Power  and  wealth,  £sfc. 

When  heaven  in  Pandora's  box 
All  kind  of  ill  had  fent  us,  _ 

In  a  merry  mood 

A  bottle  of  good 
Was  cork'd  up  to  content  us. 

Power  and  wealth,  &V. 

All  virtues  wine  is  nurfe  to, 
Of  ev'ry  vice  detlroyer  ; 

Give  dullards  wit, 

Makes  juft  the  cit, 
Truth  forces  from  the  lawyer. 

Power  and  wealth,  Sc, 

*\§7"ine  fets  our  joys  a-flowing,  ^ 
Our  care  and  forrow  drowning. 
Who  rails  at  the  bowl, 
Is  a  Turk  in's  foul, 
And  a  Chriftian  ne'er  mould  own  him. 
Power  and  wealth,  &c. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XXVII. 
WHEN  WARS  ALARMS. 


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When  wars  alarms   entic'd  my  Willy    frc 


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My  poor   heart  with  grief  did  figh,  Each    fond  re-? 

y*         tit  v_         » 

membrance  brought  frefli  forrow  on  me,    I   woke  e'er 

yet     the   morn  was  nigh.  No  other  could    delight 
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his  fond  tale,  Which  drove  him  far  Amidll  the  rage 

of  war,  And  left  fillv  me  thus  to  bewail. 
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$4  THE  MUSICAL' 

But  I  no  longer,  tho'  a  maid  forfaken,. 

Thus  will  mourn  like  yonder  dove, 
For,  'ere  the  lark  to-morrow  mall  awaken* 

I  will  feek  my  abfent  love  ; 

The  hoftile  country  over 

I'll  fly  to  feek  my  lover, 
Scorning  ev'ry  threat'ning  fear  ; 

Nor  diitant  more, 

Nor  cannon's  roar, 
Shall  longer  keep  me  from  my  dear* 


MISCELLANY. 


55 


SONG     XXVIII. 

DEAR  TOM. 


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Dear  Tom,  this  brown   jug,  that  now  foams  with 


llPlilii 


mild  ale,  (in  which  I  will  drink  to  fweet  Nan  of  the 


vale),  Was  once  Toby  Filpot,  a  thirily  old  foul  As 

rr-W— i^ssiai     _psi^«s» _j^_     -h-^.^ 

e'er  drank  a  bottle  or  fathom'd  a  bowl.  In  boozing  about 

— E 


V^---jpai| — j 1— =— t» isswp+  — 

"£y kasaal ■ . feass^ — L  •» 


'twas  his  praife  to  excel,  And  among  jolly  topers  he 
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boi-e  off  the  bell, 

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he  bore  off  the  bell. 


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54  tHE  MUSICAL 

It  chanc'd  as  in  dog-days  he  fet  at  his  eafe, 
In  his  flow'r- woven  arbour,  a3  gay  as  you  pleafe, 
With  a  friend  and  a  pipe  puffing  for  row  away, 
And  with  honeft  old  ilingo  was  ibaking  his  clay, 
Trlis  breath- doors  of  life  on  a  fucden  were  fliut. 
And  he  dy'd  full  as  big  as  a  Dorchefter  butt. 

His  body,  when  long  in  the  ground  it  had  lain, 

And  time  into  clay  had  refolv'd  it  again, 

A  potter  found  out  in  it's  covert  fo  fhug, 

And  with  part  of  fat  Toby-  he  form'd  this  brown  jug, 

Now  facred  to  friendihip,  to  mirth,  and  mild  ale  ; 

So  here's  to  my  lovely  fweet  Nan  of  the  \-ak. 


MISCELLANY, 

SONG     XXIX. 
HAPPY  DICK. 


55 


Whence  comes    it,  neighbour  Dick,  That  you  with 

youth  uncommon,  Have  ferv'd the  girls  this  tri  -  -  -  - 
------  ck,  And  w 


-  -  ck,  And  wedded  an  old  wo  -  -  -  man? 


Happy  Dick  ! 

Each  belle  condemns  the  choice 
Of  a  youth  fo  gay  and  fprightly  j. 

Eut  we,  your  friends,   rejoice, 
That  you  have  judg'd  fo  rightly  i 

Happy  Dick  ! 

Though  odd  to  fome  it  founds, 
That  on  threefcore  you  ventur'd,- 

Yet  in  ten  thoufand  pounds 

Ten  thoufand  charms  are  center' d 

Happy  Dick  I 

Beauty,  we  know  will  fade, 
As  doth  the  fhort  liv'd  flower  ; 

Nor  can  the  fairell  maid 
infure  her  bloom  an  hour  : 

Happy  Dick ! 


$6  THE  MUSICAL 

Then  wifely  you  refign, 

For  iixty,  charms  fo  tranfient  ; 
As  the  curious  value  coin 

The  more  for  being  ancient  : 
"Happy  Dick  ! 

With  joy  your  fpoufe  mall  fee 
The  fading  beauties  round  her, 

Ar.dfheherfclf  ftillbe 

The  fame  that  firil  you  found  her  : 

Happy  Dick  ! 

Oft  's  the  married  Rate 

V\  ithjealoufies  attended  ; 
And  hence,   through  foul  debate, 

A:e  nuptial  joys  fufpended  : 
Happy  Dick  ? 

But  you,  with  fuch  a  wife, 
No  jealous  fears  arc  under  ; 

She's  yours  alone,   for  liie, 

Or  much  we  all  mall  wonder  : 

Happy  Dick  !    - 

Her  death  would  grieve  you  fore, 
But  let  not  thai  toiment  you  ; 

My  life  !    (he'll  fee  fourfcore, 
If  that  will  but  content  you  : 

Happy  Dick  ! 

On  this  you  may  rely, 

For  the  pains  you  took  to  win  her. 
She'll  ne'er  in  child-bed  die, 

Unlefs  the  d— l's  in  her  : 
Happy  Dick  ! 

Some  have  the  name  of  hell  . 
«  To  matrimony  given  : 
How  falfely  you  can  tell, 

Who  find  it  fuch  a  heaven  : 
Happy  Dick  ! 


MISCELLANY. 

With  yon,  each  day  and  night 
Is  crown'd  with  joy  and  gladnefs  ; 

While  envious  virjins  bite 

The  heated  meets  for  madnefs  : 

Happy  Dick  I 

With  fpoufe  long  {hare  the  blifs 
Y  had  mifs'd  in  any  other  ; 

Ann  when  you've  bury'd  this, 
May  you  have  fuch  another : 

Happy  Dick ! 

Obferving  hence,  by  you, 
In  marriage  fuch  decorum, 

Ourwifer  youth  mail  do 

As  you  have  done  before  'em  : 

Happy  Dick  I 


SONG     XXX. 

HOW  NOW  MADAM  FLIRT. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 
HY  how  now,  madam  Fh'rt  ; 


57 


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If  you  thus  muft  chatter, 
And  are  for  flinging  dirt, 

Let's  try  who  beft  can  fpatter  ; 

Madam  Flirt  ! 
Why  how  now,  fancy  jade  ; 

Sure  the  winch  is  tipfy  ! 
How  can  you  fee  me  made 
The  fcoif  of  fuch  a  gipfy  ? 

Saucy  Jade  ? 


5» 


THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     XXXI. 
SONGS  OF  SHEPHERDS, 


Not  too  fad. 


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Songs  of  (hepherds  in  ruftical  roundelays,  Form'd  in 


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fan-cy,  and  whittled  on  reeds,  Sung  to  folace  youn< 


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nymphs  upon  holidays,  are  too  unworthy  for  wonderful 


mmwmm 


deeds.  Sottifh  Silenus  to  Phoebus  the  genius  Was  fent  ky 


nus,  a  fong  to  prepare,      In  phrafe  nicely 


coin'd,  and  verfe  quite  refm'd,  How  the  dates  divine 


w-m"0' 41 — 


Runted  the  hare- 


MISCELLANY.  59 

Stars  qulite  tired  with  pallimes  Olympical. 

Stars  and  planets  that  beautiful  (hone, 
Could  no  longer  endure  that  men  only  ihould 

Revel  in  pleasures,  and  they  but  look  on. 
Round  about  horned  Lucina  they  fwarmed, 

And  quickly  inform'd  her  how  minded  they  were, 
Each  god  and  goddefs  to  take  human  bodies, 

As  lords  and  ladies,   to  follow  the  hare. 

Chafte  Diana  applauded  the  motion, 

And  pale  Prpferpina  fat  down  in  her  place, 
To  guide  the  welkin  and  govern  the  ocean, 

While  Dian  conducted  her  nephews  in  chace. 
By  her  example,  their  father  to  trample, 

The  earth  old  and  ample,  they  foon  leave  the  air  : 
Neptune  the  water,  and  wine  Liber  pater, 

And  Mars  the  flau.gh.ter,  to  follow  the  hare. 

Young  god  Cupid  was  mounted  on  Pegafus, 

Borrow'd  o'  th'  mufes  with  kifies  and  prayers; 
Stern  Alcides  upon  cloudy  Caucafus 

Mounted  a  centaur  that  proudly  him  bears. 
The  poftilion  of  the  fky,  light-heel'd  fir  Mercury, 

Made  his  fwift  courfer  fly  fleet  as  the  air  ; 
While  tuneful  Apollo  the  paltime  did  follow, 

To  whoop  and  to  hollow,  boys,  after  the  hare. 

Drowned  Narciffus,  from  his  metamorpholls 

Rous'd  by  Echo,  new  manhood  did  take. 
Snoring  Somnus  upitarted  from  Cim'ries  : 

Before  for  a  thoufand  years  he  did  not  wake. 
There  was  lame  club-footed  Mulciber  booted  ; 

And  Pan,  too,  promoted  on  Corydon's  mare. 
Eolus  flouted;  with  mirth  Momus  fliouted; 

While  wife  Pallas  pouted,  yet  follow'd  the  hare. 

Grave  Hymen  ufhers  in  lady  Aftrea. 

The  humour  took  hold  of  Latona  the  cohL 
Ceres  the  brown  too,  with  bright  Cytherea, 

And  Thetis  the  wanton,  Beltona  the  bold ; 


6o  THE  MUSICAL 

Shamefac'd  Aurora  with  witty  Pandora, 
And  Maia  with  Flora  did  company  bear  ; 

But  juno  was  Hated  too  high  to  be  mated, 

Although,  Sir,  me  hated  not  hunting  the  hare. 

Three  brown  bowls  of  Olympical  neftar 

The  Troy-born  boy"now  prefents  on  his  knee  ; 

Jove  to  Phoebus  caroufes  in  nectar, 

And  Phoebus  to  Hermes,  and  Hermes  to  me  : 

Wherewtih  iniufed,  I  piped  and  muied, 

In  language  unuiec,  their  iports  to  declare, 

Till  the  valthoufe  of  jovelike  the  bright fpheres  did  move- 
Here's  a  health,  then,  to  all  that  love  hunting  the  hare- 


IvIISCKLLANY. 

SONG     XXXII. 
THERE  WAS  A  JOLLY  MILLER. 

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dy,    no,  not  I,    if    no-body   cares  for   me. 

I  live  by  my  mill,  God  blefs  her  !   (lie's  kindred,  child, 

and  wife  ; 
I  would  not  change  my  Hation  for  any  other  in  life. 
No  lawyer,  furgeon,  or  doclior,  e'er  had  a  groat  from  mi 
i  care  for  nobody,  no,  not  I,  if  nobody  cares  for  me. 
When  fpring  begins  it's  merry  career,  oh  !  how  his  heart 

grows  gay  I 
No  fummer's  drouth  alarms  his  fears,  nor  winter's  fad  decay, 
Noforefightmarsthemiller'sjoy,who'swonttofingandfay, 
Let  others  toil  from  year  to  year,  I  live  from  day  to  day. 
Thus,  like  the  miller  bold  and  free,  let  us  rejoice  and  ling: 
The  days  of  youth  are  made  for  glee,  and  time  is  oh  the 

wing. 
This  fong  (hailpafsfrom  metothee,  along  this  jovial  ring  : 
Let  heart  and  voice  and  all  agree  to  fay  long  live  the  kin g, 
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THE  MUSICAJL 


SONG     XXXIIL 

THE  DUSKY  NIGHT. 


The  dufky  night  rides  down  the  fky,  And  ufhers 

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^inds  his  horn.    The   huntfman  winds  his  horn.  1 

a  hunting  we  will  go,        A  hunting  we  wiligo, 

L^l — yt-yj;— Hrnbd 1 " 


A  hunting  we  will  go ,      A  hunting  we  will 

go      And   a  hunting  we  will  go.     A  hunting  v* 


MISCELLANY. 


63 


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will   go  -  -,     And  hunting  we   will   go  -  -  -,  A 


"3E3 

hunting  we  will      go 

The  wife  around  her  hufband  throws 
Her  arms  to  make  him  ftay, 

My  dear  it  ruins,  it  hails,  it  blows, 
You  cannot  hunt  to-day. 
Yet  a  hunting,  &c. 

Sly  Reynard  now  like  light'ning  flies, 
And  fweeps  acrofs  the  vale, 

But  when  the  hounds  too  near  he  fpies 
He  drops  his  bufhy  tail. 
Then  a  hunting,  &c. 

Fond  eccho  feems  to  like  the  fport, 

And  join  the  jovial  cry, 
The  woods  and  hills  the  found  retort, 

And  mufic  fills  the  fky, 
When  a  hunting,  &c. 

At  laft  his  ftrength  to  faintnefs  worn, 
Poor  Reynard  ceafes  flight ; 

Then  hungry  homeward  we  return 
To  feaft  away  the  night. 
And  a  drinking,  Iste, 

Ye  jovial  hunters  in  the  morn 
Prepare  then  for  the  chace. 
Rife  at  the  founding  of  the  horn, 
And  health  with  fport  embrace, 
When  a  hunting,  &jV. 
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SONG     XXXIV. 

FATHER  PAUL. 
J  o  the  foregoing  Tune. 

W'KILE  grave  divines  preach  up  dull  rules,. 
And  moral  wits  refine, 
The  precepts  taught  in  human  fchools, 
The  precepts  taught  in  human  fchools,. 
We  Friars  hold  divine, 
We  Friars  hold  divine. 

Mere's  a  health  to  Father  Paul, 

A  health  to  Father  Paul; 
For 'flowing  ooivls  inspires  the  fouls 
Of  jolly  Friars  all.-  : 

When  in  the  convent  we're  all  met, 

We  laugh,  we  joke-,  we  fing, 
Affairs  divine,  we  fo.on  forget, 
Affairs  divine,  we  foon  forget, 

Since  Father  Paul's  our  King, 

Since  Father  Paul's  our  King. 

Here's  a  health,  &c. 

Our  beads  and  crofs,  we  hold  divine 

We  pray  with  fervent  zeal, 

To  rofy  Bacchus  god  of  wine, 

To  rofy  Bacchus  god  of  wine, 

,  "V^ho  does  each  joy  reveal, 

Who  does  each  joy  reveal, 

Here's  a  health,  tJXY. 

Here's  abfolution  you'll  receive,. 

You  blue  eye'd  nuns  fo  fair, 
And  benediction  we  will  give? 
And  benediericn  we  will  give, 
So  banifh  all  your  cares, 
So'baniih  all  your  cares, 

Here's  a  health,  $£c« 


MISCELLANY. 

So  fill  your  bumpers  fons  of  mirth, 

Let  Friars  be  the  toaft  ; 
Long  may  they  all  exift  on  earth, 
Long  may  they  all  exift  on  earth, 
And  nuns  their  order  boaft, 
Aud  nuns  their  order  boaft, 
Here's  a  health,  £sV, 


SONG     XXXV. 
WHAT  IS'T  TO  US. 


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fters  or  fpies  ?  Who  votes  for  places,,         or   who 
•buys  ?   Who  are  the  mini  -  -  fters     or  fpies?  Who 


•buys  ?   Who  are  the  mini  -  -  fters     or 


votes  for   places,    or  who  Buys  I 


66  THE  MUSICAL 

The  world  will  ftill  be  rul'd  by  knaves, 
And  fools  contending  to  be  Haves  ; 
Small  things,  my  friend,  ferve  to  fuppoit 
Life,  troublefome  at  belt,  and  fhort. 

Our  youth' runs  back,  occafion  files, 
Grey  hairs  come  on,  and  pleafure  dies ; 
Who  would  the  prefent  bleffing  lofe 
For  empire  which  he  cannot  ufe  ? 

Kind  providence  has  us  fupply'd 
With  what  to  others  is  deny'd  ; 
Virtue  which  teaches  to  condemn 
And  fcorn  ill  actions  and  ill  men. 

Beneath  this  lime-tree's  fragrant  fhade,. 
On  beds  of  flow'rs  fupinely  laid, 
Let's,  then,  all  other  cares  remove,. 
And  drink  and  fins:  to  thofe  we  love. 


MISCELLANY, 


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SONG     XXXVI. 
EV'RY  MAN  TAKE  HIS  GLASS. 


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a  good  health  to  our  king;  Many  years  may  he  rule 
o'er  this  land  ;  May  his  laurels  for  ever  frefh  fpring. 


-ir- 


&^S 


jj" 


Let    wrangling    and  jangling  ftraitway  ceafe;  Let 


piigiiiEpp 

every  man  ftrive  for  his  country's    peace  ;  Neither 


i-a 


* 


l^:s 


tory   nor  whig  With  theirparties  look  big:  Here's 


asges 


a     health   to  all   hcneil     men. 


68  THE  MUSICAL 

^Tis  not  owning  a  whirnfical  name 

That  pi-oves  a  man  loyal  andjuil  : 
Let  him  fight  for  his  country's  fame  ; 

Be  impartial  at  home,  if  in  trull. 
'Tis  this  that  proves  him  an  honeft  foul : 
His  health  well  drink  in  a  brim-full  bowL 
Then  let's  leave  off  debate, 
No  confufion  create  : 
Here's  a  health  to  all  honed  men. 

When  a  company's  honeftly  met, 

With  intent  to  be  merry  and  gay, 
Their  drooping  fpirits  to  whet, 

And  drown  the  fatigues  of  the  day,— 
What  madnefs  is  it  thus  to  difpute, 
When  neither  fide  can  his  man  confute  ? 
When  you've  fatd  what  you  dare, 
You're  but  j nil  where  you  werew 
Here's  a  health  to  ail  •honeit  men. 

Then  agree,  ye  true  Britons,,  agree, 

And  ne'er  quarrel  about  a  nick- name  ; 
Let  your  enemies  trembling  fee 

That  a  Briton  is  always  the  fame. 
For  our  king,  our  laws,  our  church,  and  right* 
Let's  lay  by  all  feuds  and  fttaite  unite  : 
Then  who  need  care  a  fig 
Who's  a  tory  or  whig  ? 
Here's  a  health  t©  all  honeit  men. 


SONG    xxxvn. 

YE  BELLES  AND  YE  FLIRTS. 


Ye  belles  and   ye  flirts,  Andy  e  pert  little  things. 


MISCELLANY. 


6g 


Who  trip  in  this  forlickfome   round,   Prithee   tell 
me  from  whence  this in-decency   fprings,  The  fexes 


:mzk 


izziazTztizz 


fcZjCZ 


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J 


at  once  to  confound,  What  means  the  cock'd  hat, 


3£1 


1 


ZfZKZK 


^ESE 


Bfc£r±:£ 


and  the  mafculine  air,  With  each  motion    deiign'd 


i3£Et£;^£sjSz 


to  perplex,  Bright  eyes  were  intended   to    Ian- 


irfziz:EtiiEzRz:E 


:z^ziz:±j^i:tzftz:pzfc:rq::p— ■ 


guilli,  not  ilare,  And  foftnefs  the  tell  of  your  fex,  dear 

wit: 


PR 


girls,    and   foftnefs  the    tefl  of  your  fex. 

The  girl  who  on  beauty  depends  for  fupport, 

May  call  ev'ry  art  to  her  aid, 
The  bofom  difplay'd,  and  the  petticoat  mort, 

&.H  famples  (he  gives  of  her  trade, 


JO  THE  MUSICAL 

But  you,  on  whom  fortune  indulgently  fmilet, 
And  whom  pride  has  preferv'd  from  the  fnare, 

Should  flily  attack  us  with  coynefs  and  wiles, 
Not  with  open  and  infolent  airs, 

Brave  girls,  not  with,  £sV. 

The  Venus,  whofe  ftatue  delights  all  mankind, 

Shrinks  modeflly  back  from  the  view, 
And  kindly  fhou'd  feem  by  the  artiii  defign'd, 

To  ferve  as  a  model  for  you, 
Then  learn  with  her  beauties  to  copy  her  air, 

Nor  venture  too  much  to  reveal, 
Our  fancies  will  paint  what  you  cover  with  care, 

And  double  each  charm  you  conceal, 

Sweet  girls,  and  double,  &u 

The  blufiies  of  morn  and  the  mildnefs  of  May, 

Are  charms  which  no  art  can  procure, 
Oh  !  be  but  yourfelves  and  our  homage  we'll  pay, 

And  your  empire  is  folid  and  fure, 
But  if  Amazon  like,  you  attack  your  gallants, 

And  put  us  in  fear  of  our  lives, 
You  raay  do  very  well  for  fillers  and  aunts, 

But  believe  me  you'll  never  be  wives, 

Poor  girls*  believe  me,  SsV. 


MISCELLANY, 


7'. 


^5 


m 


SONG     XXXVIII. 

HARK!  HAPvK! 


t±at±± 


2: 


** 


Hark!   hark!  the  joy  in  -  fpi  -ring  horn,  Salutes 


the  ro-fy  ri-iingmorn,   And  e  -  chocs    thro*    the 

3 


b0  w 

dale  -  -  -  -  And  e  -  choes  thro*  the      dale,  With 


~s \-p~ 

>— f ^ — -i^J — 


:gH=£ 


clam'rous 'peals  the  hills  refound,  The  hounds  quick 


-4-4— 


ipiiiiij 


fcentedfcow'r  the  ground,    And    fnuff  the  fragrant 
•0>_     _     rv» 


gale 


-    And  fnuff  the     fragrant    gale. 


J  2  THE  MOSICAL 

Nor  gates  nor  hedges  can  impede,         '  ■■< 
The  brifk  high-mettl'd  flatting  (teed, 

The  jovial  pack  purfue  ; 
Like  lightening  darting  o'er  the  plains, 
The  diftant  hills  with  ipeed  he  gains, 

And  fees  the  game  in-  view. 

Her  path  the  timid  hare  forfakes, 
And  to  the  copie  for  fhelfer  makes, 

There  pants  a  while  for  breath  ; 
When  now  the  noife  alarms  her  ear, 
Her  haunt's  defcry'cl'  her  fate  is  near,     ... 

She  fees  aproaching  death. 

Directed  by  the  well-known  breeze, 
The  hounds  their  trembling  viclim  feize, 

She  faints,  Hie  falls,  fhe  dies  ; 
The  diilant  couriers  now  come  in, 
And  join  the  loud  triumphant  din, 

Till  eccho  rend  the  ikies. 


MISCELLANY 


SONG     XXXIX 
TOPSAILS  SHIVER  IN  THE  WIND. 


^.^-^ijf^LiElfcj 


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M 


The  topfails  mi  -  -  ver     m     the  wina,  I  he  imp 


1 teo-sisEsr — ' — LeBBaj»! — r~" 


me   cafls    to    Tea  -  -  -      But     yet    my  foul,   my 


Kr^Pffe; 


Ci— -C-^* 


heart,  my  mind,  are,   Ma-ry,    moor'd    with    thee. 


For    tho'    thy     Tailor's    bound     a  -  far,    Hill 


-p-~ 


love    (hall  be     his   leading  ftar;    For    tho'    thy 


'  ~z  aznzt — Mr  — H— M— H — r-^'-Vi — 

-     ^g         mi       — teases! bar ' kssaisjl — " kcs&a! *ju 


failor's     bound   a  -  -  far,  Still    love     mall      be 


®-ri 


5bE3x=^B 


X 


his    lead  -  -  ing    (tar. 
G 


74  THE  musical 

Should  landmen  flatter  when  we're  fail'd, 

O  doubt  their  artful  tales  ; 
.  No  gallant  failor  ever  fail'd, 

If  love  breath'd  conftant  gales  : 
Thou  art  the  compafs  of  my  foul 
Which  iteers  my  heart  from  pole  to  pole. 

Sirens  in  every  port  we  meet, 
More  fell  than  rocks  or  waves  ; 

But  fuch  as  grace  the  Britifh  fleet, 
Are  lovers  and  not  flaves  : 

No  foes  our  courage  fhall  fab  due, 

Although  we've  left  our  hearts  with  yoo. 

Thefe  are  our  cares,  but  if  you're  kind, 
We'll  fcorn  the  dafhing  njain, 

The  rocks,  the  billows,  and  the  wind, 
The  pow'r  of  France  and  Spain  ; 

Now  England's  glory  rerts  with  you, 

.Qur  fails  are  full,  fweet  girls  *  Aditu  ! 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     XL. 

BANKS  OF  BANNA. 


75 


ftSi 


:■■: 


iHiHg^ 


Shepherds,  I  have  loft  my  love,  Have  you  feen  my 


a> — - 


Anna  ?  Pride  of  ev'ry  mady  grove,    Upon  the 


:;:i: 


5p!i|Sii 


banks   of    Banna.  I  for  her  my  home  forfook, 


si — 1 — Q-£ i— i — i — yizyzi — 


near  yon  mifty    mountaifi,  Left  my  flock,  my  pipe, 


.  my  crook,    Greenwood  fhade  and  fountain* 

Never  (hail  I  fee  them  mere 

Until  her  returning  ; 
All  the  joys  of  life  are  o'er', 

From  gladnefs  chang'd  to  mwurning. 
Whither  is  my  charmer  flown  ? 

Shepherds  tell  me  whither  ? 
Ah,  woe  for  me-,  perhaps  fhe's  gone 

For  ever  and  for  ever. 

Gij. 


2« 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     XLL 

ALL  IN  THE  DOWNS. 

All  in  the  Downs  the  fleet  was  moor'd,  the  ilreamers 


waving   to  the  wind,   When  black  eyd    Sufan  came 


liiiigiHi:l§ 


en  board,  Oh!  where  {hall  I    my  truelove  find;    Tell 

. ® 

me,  ye    jovial   failors,      tell  me  true,     If  my  fweet 


llMiiiiiisi 


William,    if  my  fweet     Willi  -  am,   fails  a  -  monf 


gill 


your  crew. 


MISCELLANY.  jf 

William,  who  high  upon  the  yard, 

Rock  d  with  the  billows  to  and  frcu 
Soon  as  h^r  well  known  voice  he  heard, 
He  figh'd  and  call  his  eyes  below  : 
The  cord  glides  fwiftly  thro'  his  glowing  hands, 
And  quick  as  lightening  on  the  deck  he  Hands. 

So  the  fweet  lark,  high  pois'd  in  air, 

Shuts  clofe  his  pinions  to  his  bread, 
If  chance  his  mate's  fn rill  call  he  hear, 
And  drops  at  once  into  her  neft, 
The  nobleft  captain  in  the  Britifh  fleet, 
Might  envy  William's  lips  thofe  kiffes  fweet* 

O  Sufan,   Sufan,  lovely  dear, 

My  vows  (hall  ever  true  remain  ; 
Let  me  kifs  off  that  falling  tear, 
We  only  part  to  meet  again, 
Change  as  ye  lift,  ye  winds,  my  heart  (hall  bev 
The  faithful  compafs  that  ftill  points  to  thee. 

Believe  not  what  the  landmen  fay,. 

Who  tempt  with  doubts  thy  conftant  mind* 
They'll  tell  thee  Tailors  when  away,  N 
In  ev'ry  pott  a  miftrefs  find  ; 
Yes,  yes,  believe  them  when  they  tell  thee  fo3 
For  thou  art  prefent  wherefoe'er  I  go. 

If  to  far  India's  coaft  we  fail,- 

ThyVyes  are  feen  in  diamonds  bright, 
Thy  breath  is  A  kick's  fpicy.gale, 
Thy  fkin  is  ivory  fa  white  ; 
Thus  ev'ry  beauteous  object  that  I  view, 
Wakes  in  my  foul  fome  charm  of  lovely  Sue;,-      , 

Though  battle  calls'  me  from  thy  arms, 

Let  not  my  pretty  Sufan  mourn  ; 
Though  cannons  roar,  yet  fafe  from  harms.,, 

William  mail  to  his  dear  return, 
G  iij 


7S 


THE  MUSICAL 


Love  turns  afide  the  balls  that  round  me  fly, 
Leil  precious  tears  fhould  drop  from  Sufan's  eyea 

The  boatfwain  gave  the  dreadful  word, 

The  fails  their  fwelling  bofom  fpread, 
No  longer  muft  flie  flay  aboard  : 

They  kifs'd,  me  %h5d,  lie  hung  his  head; 
Her  lefs  ning  boat,  unwilling  rows  to  land  : 
Adieu,  fhe  cries,  and  wav'd  her  lily  hand. 


S  ON  G     XLII. 
WHEN  ONCE  THE  GODS. 

I3|^iiiip||lil 

When  once  the  gods,  like  us  below,  To  keep    it  up 


de  -  %n,  Their  goblets  with  frefline&ar  flow,  Which 


makes  them  more  divine.     Since     drinking     de-i-fiea 

,  — th 


the  foul.  Let's  pufh   a  -  bout  the  flowing  bowl*. 


MISCELLANY. 


79 


HIHH 


Since  drinking  de-i-fies   the     foul,  Let's pufli  about 


S^3E 


±afc: 

the    flowing  bowl.    A   flow 


g^SjB 


^TrfTKIZE 


bowl,  A  flow  - --  ing  bowl.   Sine 


irsii1Sli§i 


drinking     deifies     the  foul,  Let's  puih  about  tl 


flowing  bowl  ! 

The  glittring  flar  and  ribbon  blue, 
-That  deck  the  courtier's  breaft, 
May  hide  a  heart  of  blacked  hue, 

Though  by  the  king  carefs'd. 
Let  him  in  pride  and  fplendor  roll  ; 
"We'er  happier  o'er  a  flowing  bowl. 
A  flowing  bowl,   &c. 

For  liberty  let  patriots  rave, 
And  damn  the  courtly  crews 

Becaufe,  like  them,  they  want  to  have 
The  loaves  and  fillies  too. 


So  THE  MUSICAL 

I  care  not .who  divides  the  cole, 
So  I  can  mare  a  flowing  bowl. 
A  flowing  bowl,   &c. 

Let  Mansfield  Lord-chief-juftice  be, 

Sir  Fletcher  fpeaker  ft  ill  ; 
At  home  let  Sandwich  rule  the  fea, 

And  North  the  treafury  fill  : 
No  place  I  want,   throughout  the  whole*.- 
'JBut  one  that's  near  a  flowing  bowl. 

A  flowing  .bowl,  &c, 

The  fon  wants  fquare-toes  at  old  Nick^ 

And  mils  is  mad  to  wed  ; 
The  docior  wants  us  to  b"e  lick.  ; 

The  undertaker,  derad. 
Ail  have  their  v/ants  from  pole  to  pole  i 
I  want  an  ever  flowing  bowl.. 

A  Sowing  howl,.  Es*£. 


MTSCELLAN?. 

SONG     XLIII. 

ONCE  MORE  I'LL  TUNE. 


___j A 


mmm^m 


Once  more  I'll  tune   the        vo  -  cal  fliell,  To  hills 


i"i"",TT'in*T~Pi — t~I — i — -t p„  > — 


-=rpH 


t: 


and  dales  my  paf  -  -  lion  tell,  A  flame  which  time 
ver  quell,  That  burns  for   lovel1 


-gg- 


;if=fc 


F — r— -  p-^-TF^^—J^-T 


Peggy.  Ye  greater  bards  the   lyre  mould  hit,  For  fay 


iipiiiilliy 

what  fubjed  is   more  fit,  Than      to  record   the 


:*E=&E 


n 


P-ra 


"C? M» '=3Bl 


I— -4 — 


mmim 


fparkling  wit,  And  bloom    of  lovely      Peggy, 

The  fun  firft  rifing  in  the  morn, 
That  paints  the  dew  befpangled  thorn, 
Does  not  fo  much  the  day  adorn. 
As  does  my  lovely  Peggy. 


gg  the  musical 

And  when  in  Thetis  lap  to  reft, 
He  ftreaks  with  gold  the  ruddy  weft, 
He's  not  fo  beauteous,  as  undrefs'd 
Appears  my  lovely  Peggy. 

Were  (he  array'd  in  ruftic  weed, 
With  hei  the  bleating  flocks  I'd  feed,. 
And  pipe  upon  mine  oaten  reed, 

To  pleafe  my  lovely  Peggy. 
With  her  a  cottage  would  delight, 
All's  happy  when  flue's  in  my  light, 
But  when  (he's  gone  it's  endlefs  night, 

All's  dark  without  my  Peggy. 

The  zephyr's  air  the  violet  blows, 
Or  breath' upon  the  damaflc  rofe, 
He  does  not  half  the  fweets  difelofe, 

That  does  my  lovely  Peggy. 
I  dole  a  kits  the  other  day, 
And  truft  me,  nought  but  truth  I  fay, 
The  fragrant  breath  of  blooming  May, 

Was  not  fo  fweet  as  Peggy. 

While  bees  from  flow'r  to  flow'r  fhall  rove, 
And  linnets  warble  thro'  the  grove, 
Or  llately  fwans  the  waters  love,. 

So  long  (hall  I  love  Peggy. 
And  when  Death  with  his  pointed  dart, 
Shall  ftrike  the  blow  that  rives  my  heart. 
My  words  fhall  be  wheft  I  depart. 

Adieu!  rgy  lovely  Peggy. 


MISCELLANY.  83 

SONG     XLIV. 

ON  A  BANK  OF  FLOW'RS. 

On    a  bank  of  flow'rs  in  a  fummer's  day,  invit- 


'i> 


fere-H — h-^r-H r— lH— H — ts — MZ^^~L-XC. 


ing  and  undrefs'd  In  her  bloom  of  years,  bright  Celia 


4-,-   r: 

lay,  With  love  and  deep  opprefs'd ;  When  a  youthful 


_«.__fc_^_ 


TZr£ 


fk—p — ^-^4  ~T~~p~~~Prf — -h 


fwain,  with  admiring    eyes,    WihYd   he  durft  the 


^rf 


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2! 


fair  maid  furprife,  With  a    fa,  la,  la,   Cs' 


"fig 


Batfear'd  approaching  fpies. 

As  he  gaz'd,  a  gentle  breeze  arofe, 

That  fann'd  her  robes  afide  ; 
And  the  fieepi  ng  nymph  did  charms  difciofe 

Which,  waking,  fhe  would  hide, 
Then  his  breath  grew  fhort,  and  his  pulfe  beat  high 
He  long'd  to  touch  what  he  chanc'd  to  fpy, 

With  a  fa,  la,  la,   &c. 
But  dm  it  not  yet  draw  nigh. 


94  THE   MUSICAL 

All  amaz'dhe  Hood,  with  her  beauties  fir'd, 

And  blefs'd  the  courteous  Wind  ; 
Then  in  whifpers  figh'd,  and  the  gods  defir'd, 

That  Celia  might  be  kind. 
Then,  with  hope  grown  bold,  he  advanc'd  amain  ; 
But  Cne  laugh'd  aloud  in  a  dream,  and  ag'ain, 

With  a  fa,  la,  la,   £sV. 
Repell'd  the  tim'rous  fwain. 

Yet,   when  once  defire  has  enflam'd  the  foul, 

All  modeft  doubts  withdraw, 
And  the  god  of  love  does  each  fear  controul 

That  would  the  lover  awe. 
Shall  a  prize  like  this,   fays  the  venfrous  boy, 
Efcape,  and  I  not  the  means  employ, 

With  a  fa,  la,  la,   &c. 
To  feize  the  proffer'd  joy  ? 

Here  the  glowing  youth,  to  relieve  his  pain, 

The  flumb'ring  maid  carefs^d, 
And  with  trembling  hands   (oh  !   the  fimple  fwain  !-) 

Her  glowing-  bofom  prefs'd. 
Then  the  virgin  wak'd,  and  affrighted  flew, 
Yet  look'd  as  wifhing  he  would  purfue, 

With  a  fa,  la,  la,   &fr. 
But  Damon  mifs'd  his  cue. 

Now,  .repenting  that  he  had  let  her  fly, 

Himfelf  he  thus  accus'd  : 
What  a  dull  and  flupid -thing  was  I, 

That  fuch  a  chance  abus'd  ! 
To  my  mame  'twill  now  on  the  plains  be  faid, 
Damon  a  virgin  afleep  betray  d, 

With  a  fa,  la,  la,  &c. 
Yet  let  her  <ro  a  maid  1 


MISCELLANY, 


85 


SONG     XLV. 
A  COBLER.  THERE  WAS. 


iSSi 


:l 


gagfe 


--P^3 — -«--  - 


Acobler  there  was,  And  he  liv'd  in  a  Hall,  Which 


ferv'd     him  for  parlour,  for  kitchen,  and  hall.     No 


2 


± 


t±r4;rtzi;H 


-*«-  #-»-«-' 


■•«-+-# 


!z_:^r:=:z^i'£E 


coin  in  his  pocket,  no   care  in  his  pate;  No  ambition  had 


Siiiiiiiiiii 


he,  nor  yet  duns  at  his  gate.    Derry  down,  down, 


-£>— e- 


==33 


K3&EiE=? 


down,  derry  down. 

Contented  he  work'd,  and  he  thought  himfelf  happy 
If  at  night  he  could  purchafe  a  cup  of  brown  nappy  : 
He'd  laugh,  then,  and  whittle,  and  fing,  too,  moil  fweet, 
Saying,  juil  to  a  hair  I've  made  both  ends  to  meet. 
Derry  down,  &c. 

But  love,  the  difturber  of  high  and  of  low, 
That  moots  at  the  peafant  as  well  the  beau, 
He  mot  the  poor  cobler  quite  thorough  the  heart ; 
I  wifh'd  it  had  hit  fome  more  ignoble  part. 
Derry  down,  £sV. 

H 


86  THE   MUSICAL 

It  was  from  a  cellar  this  archer  did  play. 
Where  a  buxom  young  damfel  continually  lay  : 
Her  eyes  fhone  fo  bright,  when  (he  rofe  cv'ry  day, 
That  fhe  (hot  tlie  poor  cobler  quit  over  the  way. 
Derry  down,  &c. 

He  fang  herlove-forigs  as  he  fat  at  his  work, 
But  file  was  as  hard  as  a  Jew  or  a  Turk  ; 
Whenever  he  fpoke  (he  would  flounce  and  would  fleer, 
Which  put  the  poor  cobler  quite  into  defpair. 
Derry  down,  £sfc 

He  took  up  his  awl  that  he  had  in  the  world, 
And  to  make  away  with  himfelf  he  refolv'd  : 
He  peirc'd  through  his  body  inftead  of  the  sole  ;** 
So  the  cobler  he  dy'd,  and  the  bell  it  did  toll. 
Derry  down,  &c. 

And  now,  in  good  will,  I  advife,  as  a  friend  : 
All  coblers,  take  notice  of  this  cobler's  end  ; 
Keep  your  hearts  out  of  love,  for  we  find,  by  what's  paft, 
That  love  brings  us  all  to  an  end  at  the  last. 
Derry  down,  down,  down,  derry  down. 


MISCELLANY.  8/ 

SONG     XLVI. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

I'M  not  high  church  nor  low  church,  no  tory  nor  whig-, 
No  nattering  young  coxcomb,  nor  formal  old  prig, 
Not  fond  of  much  talking,  nor  filcntly  quaint, 
No  profligate  finner-,  nor  pragmatical  faint. 
Derry  down,  down,  down,  deny  down. 

But  to  know  truth  from  falfehood,   I  do  what  I  can, 

And  if  that  1  do  err,   I'm  a  fallible  man, 

Nor  can  I  in  nature  conceive  any  other, 

Of  the  wifeft  arch  pried  that  is  born  of  his  mother. 

I  can  laugh  at  ajeft,  if  it's  not  out  of  time, 
And  excufe  a  miitake,  tho'  not  flatter  a  crime 
The  faults  of  a  friend  I  fcorn  to  expofe, 
And  deteft  private  fcandal,  tho'  call  on  my  foes. 

I  put  none  to  the  blufh,  on  whatever  pretence, 
Forimmodefty  (hocks  both  good  breeding  and  fenfe, 
To  amend,  not  reproach,  is  the  bent  of  my  mind, 
A  reproof  is  half  loit,  where  ill  nature  is  join'd. 

When  merit  appears,  tho'  in  rags,  I  refpedl  it, 

And  pleads  virtue's  caufe,  tho'  the  world  (hould  re- 

jed  it  ; 
To  no  party  a  flave,  in  no  fquabble  I  join, 
Nor  damns  the  opinion  that  differs  from  mine, 

Evil  tongues  I  contemn,  no  mob  treafon  I  fing, 
I  doat  on  my  country,  and  am  true  to  my  king, 
And  as  for  the  path,  after  death  to  be  trode, 
I  fubmit  to  the  will  of  a  merciful  God. 

Deny  down,  down,  down,  deny  down» 

Hij 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     XLVIL 

THE  ECHOING  HORN. 


W&^fe^M 


The    echoing  horn  calls  the  fportfmen  abroad,  To 


gUiilligi 


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£50= 


horfe  my  brave  boys  and   away ;  The  morning  is  up, 


iHlliiifipp] 


and  the  cry  of  thehounds, Upbraids  ourtootediousde- 


fen 


mmmmm 


£ 


a 


lay.  What  pleafure  we  feel  in   purfuing  the  fox,  O'er 


ii^piiiiiii 


hilLand  o'er  valley  he  flies;  Then  follow,  we'll foon  o= 


m^mm^ 


vertake  him,huzza!The  traitoris  feiz'd  on  and  dies, 


OL     ~& 


He  dies  ---«-------   -  «  -  -    The  traitor 


^mr^zwzs: 


MISCELLANY. 
Chorus. 


89 


is  feiz'd  on  and  dies;  Then  follow, we'll foon overtake 


iili^HS 


him,  huzza !  The  traitor  is    feiz'd  on  and   dies, 

Triumphant  returning  at  night  with  the  fpoil, 

Like  Bacchanals  ihouting  and  gay; 
How  fweet  with  a  bottle  and  lafs  to  refrefh, 

And  lofe  the  fatigues  of  the  day: 
With  fport,  love,  and  wine,  fickle  fortune- defy, 

Dull  wifdom  all  happinefs  fours; 
Since  life  is  no  more  than  a  paffage  at  beftj 

Let's  ftrew  the  way  over  with  flow'rs. 

With  now'rs,  let's  ftrew,  SsV. 


H  iij. 


9'0  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     XLVIII. 

WHAT  WOMAN  CAN  DO. 


WWyrmm 


What  woman  can  do,  I  have   try'd  to  be  free, 


mm 


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pi=g 


Yet  do  what    I  can,  I     find  I  love  him,  And 


^^Sl^fpifeil= 


tho'  he  flies  me,  Still,  ftill,he's  the  man.       They 


SifpplfEppiilp 


tell  me  at  once,  he  to  twenty  will  fwear:  When  vows 

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ipggilipgig 


are  fo  fweet,  who  the  falfehood  can  fear  ?  So  when 
you  have  faid  all  ycu  can,  Still,  ftill, he's  the  man, 


iipi*rp 


MISCELLANY.  5 

I  caught  him  once  making  love  to  a  maid, 

When  to  him  I  ran, 
He  turn'd  and  he  kifs'd  me,  then  who  could  upbraid 

So  civil  a  man  ? 

The  next  day  I  found  to  a  third  he  was  kind, 

I  rated  him  foundiy,  he  fwore  I  was  blind  ; 

So  let  me  do  what  I  can, 

Still, — ftill,  he's  the  man. 

All  the  world  bids  me  beware  of  his  art: 

I  do  what  I  can  ; 
But  he  has  taken  fitch  hold  of  my  heart, 

I  doubt  he's  the  man  ! 
So  fweet  are  his  kiffes,  his  looks  are  fo  kind, 
He  may  have  his  faults,  but  if  none  "I  can  find? 
Who  can  do  more  than  they  can.  I 

He, — ft  ill  is  the  man. 


92  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     XLIX. 

THE  FAREWELL. 

Written  by  Mary  Queen  of  Scots,  in  her  pajfage  from 
France  to  Scotland. 


O !    thou  lov'd  country,  where  my    youth  was 

fcfc=: 


Hizisz^it^gz^z ~~h — p-  — |LN   T~® 


fpent,  Dear     golden  days  all  paft       in    fweet  con- 


ini^iiiigi 


tent,  where  the  fair    morning  of  my   clouded  day, 


^jpi^ppi 


Shone   mildly  bright,  and   temperately   gay,   Dear 


mm?fF0$mt 


France,    adieu,     a     long  and  fad   fare- well  j     No 


j^j=j 


g^c5:rq_ 


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thought   can  image,  And   no  tongue  can   tell,  The 


MISCELLANY. 


93 


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pangs  I      feel      at  that  drear  word,  Farewell ! 

The  fhip  that  wafts  me  from  thy  friendly  fhorc, 
Conveys  my  body,  but  conveys  no  more. 

My  foul  is  thine,  that  fpark  of  heav'nly  flame, 
That  better  portion  of  my  mingled  frame, 

Is  y holy  thine,  that  part  I  give  to  thee,  "1 

That  in  the  temple  of  thy  memory,  >• 

The  other  evtx  may  cnfhringd  be.  3 


94 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     L. 

QUEEN  MARY'S  LAMENTATION. 


I     iigh  and     lament  me  in     vain,  Thefe 


z^in=i 


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walls    can  but     e  -  -  cho      my  moan,  A  -  -  las, 


3C±=fc 


^lisiiiii^ 


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it  in  -  creafes  my  pain  when  I    think     of  the 


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days    that     are  gone.  Thro'  the   grate  of    my 


^z^i^SS?:^z^iz^z:tzix^z_:?: 


prifon,    I     fee     the  birds  as  they  wanton     in 


air,  My  heart,  how  it  pai 


air,  My  heart,  how  it  pants  to  be    [free,     My 

_— J3BI 


looks  they   are  wild      with      de  -  fpair. 


:53m 


MISCELLANY. 

Above  tho'  opprefl  by  my  fate, 

I  bum  with  contempt  for  my  foes, 
Tho'  fortune  has  alter'd  my  itate 

She  ne'er  can  fubdue  me  to  thofe  ; 
Falfe  woman  in  ages  to  come, 

Thy  malice  detefted  mall  be 
And  when  we  are  cold  in  the  tomb 

Some  heart  it  ill  will  forrow  for  me. 

Ye  roofs  where  cold  damps  and  dlfmay, 

With  filence  and  folitude  dwell, 
How  comfortlefs  paffes  the  day, 

How  fad  tolls  the  evening  bell ; 
The  owls  from  the  battlements  cry, 

Hollow  wind  feems  to  murmur  around, 
0  Mary,  prepare  thee  to  die, 

My  blood  it  runs  cold  at  the  found. 


95 


9& 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     LI. 

MARY'S  DREAM. 


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The  moon  had  climb'd  the    high-eft  hill, 


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Which,    rifes      o'er  the  fource  of  Dee,  And 

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from  the  eafteru     fum  -  mit     fhed  Her    ill  -  ver 


ibfcdfet 


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light  on  tow'r  and  tree  ;    When    Mary  laid  her 


WZ& 


-~~£i  -1-       leal  — bfc»  «*  ., 

down  to  fleep,  Her  thoughts  on  Sandy,     far 

j^ I*3Lj3 LLLIj.  _  A— -4 '^®J 1 — ksasr 


at  fea ;  When  foft  and  low    a     voice    w< 
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heard,  Say,  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 


MISCELLANY-. 

She  from  her  pillow  gently  rals'd 

Her  head  to  afk,  who  there  might  be. 
She  faw  young  Sandy  fhiv'ring  (land, 

With  vifage  pale  and  hollow  eye  ; 
4t  O  Mary  dear,  cold  is  my  clay, 

44  It  lies  beneath  a  ftormy  lea, 
"  Far,  far  from  thee,  I  fleep  in  death, 

'.'  So  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 

t(  Three  ftormy  nights  and  ftormy  days 

"  We  tofs'd  upon  the  raging  main  : 
«*  And  long  we  ftrove  our  bark  to  fave, 

<c  But  all  our  ftriving  was  in  vain. 
«c  Ev'n  then,  when  horror  chii'd  my  blood, 

"  My  heart  was  rlll'd  with  love  for  thee  : 
<c  The  ftorm  is  paft,  and  I  at  reft, 

"  So  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me. 


lore. 


"•  O  maiden  dear,  thyfelf  prepare, 

ic  We  foon  mall  meet  upon  that  {lioi  _, 
iC  Where  love  is  free  from  doubt  and  care, 

u  And  thou  and  I  (hall  part  no  more." 
Loud  erow'd  the  cock,  the  fhadow  fled* 

No  more  of  Sandy  could  (he  fee  ; 
But  foft  the  palling  fpirit  laid, 

(i  Sweet  Mary,  weep  no  more  for  me" 


98 


THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     LII. 

SHE  ROSE  AND  LET  ME  IN. 


*J  The  night    her   filcnt     fa  -  ble  wore,  Anc 


3= 


BEE 


V  ^ 


gloomy  were  the    ikies,      Of    glittering  flars 


3E5EtEPE3E3Ei 


~l  appear'd   no  more  than    thofe  in  Nel  -  ly's 

l — jHS 1-1-^ 


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eyes  ;         When      to  her  father's       door      I 


MISCELLANY. 


99 


came,  Whei\j     1     had    of-  ten     been,  I 


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T*Sf  Jegggpffi 


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^  begg'd  my     fair,  my     love  -  ly  dame,  To  rife 


3= 


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isms 


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and       let  me  ii 


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I 


L — i — 


&' 


But  flie,  with  accents  all  divine, 

Did  my  fond  fuit  reprove; 
And  while  (he  chid  my  rafh  defign, 

She  but  inflam'd  my  love. 
Her  beauty  oft  had  pleas'd  before, 

While  her  bright  eyes  did  roll : 
But  virtue  only  had  the  pow'r- 

To  charm  my  very  foul. 


i  :  O  tHE  MUSICAL 

Then  who  wou'd  cruelly  deceive, 

Or  from  fuch  beauty  part  ! 
I  lov'd  her  fo,  I  could  not  leave 

The  charmer  of  my  heart. 
My  eager  fondnefs  I  obey 'd, 

Refolv'd  flie  mould  be  mine, 
Till  Hymen  to  my  arms  convey'd 

My  treafure  fo  divine. 

Now  happy  in  my  Nelly's  love, 

Tranfporting  is  my  joy  ; 
No  greater  bleiHng  can  I  prove, 

So  blefs'd  a  man  am  I ; 
"For  beauty  may  a  while  retain 

The  conquer'd  flutt'ring  hearty 
But  virtue  only  is  the  chaia 

Holds  never  to  depart. 


MISCELLANY. 


icr 


SONG     LIIL 
OPEN  THE  DOOR  TO  ME 


mm^ 


open  the    door,  fome     pi-ty    to  (how, 


>b 


It's    open  the  door  to 


mmmm 

door  to  me,  Oh!     Tho'  you 


have  been  falfe,    I'll    always   prove  true,       So 


S=JjJzz=::iz: 


open       the       door       to     me,     Oh! 


Cold  is  the  blafl  upon  my  pale  chetk, 
But  colder  your  love  unto  me,   Oh! 
Though  you  have,   &c. 

She's  open'd  the  door,  Die's  open'd  it  wide, 
She  fees  his  pale  corps  on  the  ground,  Oh  ! 
Though  you  have,  &c. 

My  true  love,  flie  cry'd,  then  fell  down  by  his  fJde9 
Never,  never  to  (hut  again,  Oh  ! 
Though  you  have,  £sV. 


Hij 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     LIV. 

THE  MATRON'S  WISH. 


When  my  locks  are  grown  h©ary,  And  my  vifage 


looks  pale,  When  my  forehead  has  wrinkles,    and  mine 


eye-fight  does  fail,  May  my  words  and  mine  actions  be 

free  from  all  harm,. May    I      have    a  good  hufband 

Chorus. 


:±:st-: 


:±z3: 


5==5: 


to     keep  my  back  warm.     O    the     pleafures   of 


youth,  they  are  flow'rs  but  of  May,  our  life's  but    a 

jg— ^ _„p_^._^_ _^: 

vapour.,  cur    bodies  but  clay,  Yet  let  me  live  well,  tho* 


fe:tg=El?:. 


MISCELLANY.  I0j 


With  a  fermon  on  Sunday,  and  a  Bible  of  good  print  ; 
With  a  pot  on  the  fire,  and  good  viands  in't  ; 
With  ale,  beer,  and  brandy,  both  winter  and  fummer, 
To  drink  to  my  goffip,  and  be  pledg'd  by  my  cummer, 
The  pleafures  of,  &c. 

With  pigs  and  with  poulty,  and  fome  money  in  ftore, 
To  purehafe  the  needful,  and  to  give  to  the  poor  ; 
With  a  bottle  of  Canary,  to  fip  without  fin, 
And  to  comfort  my  daughter  whene'er  me  lies  in. 
The  pleafures  of,  &c. 

With  a  bed  foft  and  eafy  to  reft  on  at  night, 
With  a  maid  in  the  morning  to  rife  with  the  light, 
To  do  her  work  neatly,  and  obey  my  defire, 
To  make  the  houfe  clean,  and  blow  up  the  lire. 
The  pleafures  of,  &c» 

With  health  and  content,  and  a  good  eafy  chair; 
With  a  thick  hood  and  mantle,  when  I  ride  on  my  mare. 
Let  me  dwell  near  my  cupboard,  and  far  from  my  foes, 
With  a  pair  of  glafs  eyes  to  clap  on  my  nofe. 
The  pleafures  of,  £sV. 

And  when  I  am  dead,  with  a  figh  let  them  fay, 
Our  honeft  old  cummer's  now  laid  in  the  clay  : 
When  young,  fhe  was  cheerful,  no  fcold,  nor  no  whore  5 
She  affiiled  her  neighbours,  and  gave  to  the  poor. 
Tho'-theJlGVu'r  of  her  youth  in  her  age  did  decay  > 
Tho"  her  life  like  a  vapour  evani/b'd  aivay, 
She  IWd  well  and  happy  unto  her  laji  day.    ' 


104  THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     LV. 

THE  OLD  MAN'S  WISH. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

IF  I  live  to  grow  old,  as  I  find  I  go  down, 
Let  this  be  my  fate  :    in  a  fair  country  town, 
Let  nre  have  a  warm  houfe  with  a  ilone  at  my  gate, 
And  a  cleanly  young  girl  to  rub  my  bald  pate. 

May  I  govern  my  paflions  with  an  abfolute  fway  ; 
And  grow  wifer  and  betteras  my  ftrength  wears  away, 
Without  gout  or  ilone,  by  a  gentle  decay, 

In  a  country  town,  by  a  murmuring  brook. 
With  the  ocean  at  diftance,   on  which  I  may  look ; 
With  a  green  fpacious  plain  without  hedge  or  itile, 
And  an  eafy  pad  nag  to  ride  out  a  mile. 
May  I  govern,  s&fe. 

With  Horace  and  Petrarch,  and  one  or  two  more 
Of  the  bell  wits  that  liv'd  in  the  ages  before  ; 
With  a  dim  of  road  mutton,    not  ven'fon  nor  teal, 
And  clean,  though  coarfe  linen  at  every  meal. 
May  I  govern,  l5c. 

With  a  pudding  on  Sundays,  and  (lout  humming  liquor. 
And  remnants  of  Latin  to  puzzle  the  vicar  ; 
With  a  hidden  referve  of  good  Burgundy  wine, 
To  drink  the  king's  health  as  oft  as  we  dine. 
May  I  govern,  £sfc. 

With  a  courage  undaunted  may  I  face  my  laft  day  : 
And,  when  I  am  dead,  may  the  better  fort  fay, — — 
In  the  morning  when  fober,  in  the  ev'ning  when  mellow, 
He  is  gone,  and  has  left  not  behind  him  his  fellow  : 
For  he  govern'd  his  pafiions  with  an  abfolute  fway  ; 
And  grew  wifer  and  better  as  his  ftrength  wove  away, 
Without  gout  or  Hone,  by  a  gentle  decay. 


MISCELLANY.  H5j 

SONG     LVI. 
KNOW  I'M  YOUR  PRIEST. 


ppgjigggip^i 


You  know   I'm  yourprieft,  and  your  confcience  is 


IHSgiilif^p 


Srl^rSri 


S^ 


mine;  But  if  you  grow  wicked,  'tis   not  a  good  fign 


?=?^rp 


rrroCT 


tzs 


iLzrz:§: 


So    leave  off  your  raking,  and  marry  a  wife,  And 


s^^s 


tf*= 


I-P 


frgrf: — gr[—^  *T  ^  Tit; V-k-3 

Ballina-raona,   o  -  ro,        Ballina-mona,      o  -  ro, 

PlSfliillli 


Ballina-mona,     o  -  ro,  A  good   merry  wedding 


r;:b;M 


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10$  THE  MUSICAL 

The  banns  being  publifh'd  to  chapel  we  go, 
The  bride  and  the  bridegroom  in  coats  white  as  fnow, 
So  modeft  her  air  and  fo  iheepifh  your  look, 
You  out  with  your  ring  and  I  pull  out  with  my  book. 
Sing,  &c. 

I  thumb  out  the  place,  and  I  then  read  away, 
She  blumes  at  love  and  ihe  whifpers  obey, 
You  take  her  dear  hand  to  have  and  to  hold, 
I  fhut  up  my  book  and  I  pocket  your  gold. 

Sing  Ballinamona  oro. 

That  fnug  little  guinea  for  me. 

The  neighbours  wifh  joy  to  the  bridegroom  and  bride, 
The  pipers  before  us  you  march  fide  by  fide, 
A  plentiful  dinner  gives  mirth  to  each  face, 
The  piper  plays  up,  myfelf  I  fay  grace. 

Sing,  £sfc. 

A  good  wedding  dinner  for  me. 

The  joke  now  goes  round  and  the  flocking  is  thrown, 
The  curtains  are  drawn  and  you're  both  left  alone, 
JTis  then  my  good  boy  I  believe  you're  at  home, 
And  hey  for  a  chriftening  at  nine  months  to  come. 

Sing  Ballinamona  oro, 

A  good  merry  chriftening  for  me. 


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MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LVIL 
BALLINAMONA.. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

HEREVER  I'm  going,  and  all  the  day  1< 
At  home  and  abroad,   or  alone  in  a  throne 


I07 


I  find  that  my  paffion's  fo  lively  and  ftrong, 

That  your  name,  when  I'm  filent,  ftill  runs  in  my  iong 

Sing  Balinamona  ovo,-&c. 

A  kifs  of  your  fweet  lips  for  me. 

Since  the  firft  time  I  faw  you  I  take  no  repofe  ; 

I  deep  all  the  day  to  forget  half  my  woes  j 

So  hot  is  the  flame  in  my  itomaeh  that  glows, 

By  Sc.  Patrick,   I  fear  it  will  burn  through  my  clothes. 

Sing  Balinamona  ora,  &c. 

Your  pretty  black  hair  for  me. 

In  my  confcience  I  fear  I  {hall  die  in  my  grave, 
Unlets  you  comply  and  poor  Phelim  will  five, 
And  grant  the  petition  your  lover  does  crave, 
Who  never  was  free  till  you  made  him  your  flavc. 

Sing  Balinamona  ora,   £sV, 

Your  pretty  black  eyes  for  me. 

On  that  happy  day  when  I  make  you  my  bride, 
With  a  f winging  long  fword  how  I'll  ftrut  and  I'll  ftride, 
With  coach  and  fix  horfes  with  honey  I'll  ride, 
As  before  you  I  walk  to  the  church  by  your  fide. 

Sing  Balinamona  oro,  &c. 

Your  lily-white  fill  for  me. 


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THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     LVIII. 

THE  WHEEL  OF  LIFE. 


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lack !  good  lack !     how  things  are  wheePd  about 

Some  few  aloft  on  fortune's  wheel  do  go, 
And,  as  they  mount  up  high,  the  others  tumble  low; 
For  this  we  all  agree,  that  fate  at  firll  did  will 
That  this  great  wheel  mould  never  once  Hand  {till. 

The  courtier  turns,  to  gain  his  private  ends, 
'Till  he's  fo  giddy  grown,  he  quite  forgets  his  friends: 
Frofperity  oft-times  deceives  the  proud  and  vain, 
And  wheels  fo  fall,  it  turns  them  out  again. 

Some  turn  to  this,  to  that,  and  ev'ry  way, 

And  cheat  and  fcrape  for  what  can't  purchafe  one  poor 

day  : 
But  this  is  far  below  the  gen'r.ous  hearted  man, 
Who  lives,  and  makes  the  m©ft  of  life  he  can. 


MISCELLANY.  10'} 

"'  •    2 
And  thus  we're  wheel'd^bout  in  life's  fhort  farce, 

'"Till  we  at  la  ft  are  wheei'&  off  in  a  rumbling  hearfe  : 

The  midwife  wheels  us  in,  and  death  wheels  us  out, 

Good  lack  1  good  lack  !  'how  things  are  wheel'd  about. 


SONG     LII, 

THE  STORM. 


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Ceafe  rude  Boreas,  bluft\ing  railer,  Lift  ye   landf- 
men,  all  to  me,  meffinateshear  a    brother  faiior, 


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fing  the  dangers  of  the   fea,  From  bounding  Mows 


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firft  in  motion,  when  the  diftant  whirlwinds    rife  ; 


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Lively. 
Hark  !  the  boatfwain  hoarfely  bawling, — 

By  topfail  fheets,  and  haulyards  (land  ! 
Down  top-gallants  quick  be  hauling  ! 

Down  your  Hay- fails,  hand,  boys,  hand  ! 
Now  it  frefhens,  fet  the  braces  ; 

Quick  the  topfail  fheets  let  go  ; 
Luff,  boys,  luff,  don't  make  wry  faces  I 

Up  your  top  fails  nimbly  clew  ! 

Slow. 
Now  all  you  on  down- beds  fporting, 

Fondly  lock'd  in  beauty's  arms, 
Frefh  enjoyments  wanton  courting, 

Free  from  all  but  love's  alarms, — 
Round  us  roar  the  tempeft  louder  ; 

Think  what  fear  our  mind  enthrals  ; 
Harder  yet,  it  yet  blows  harder  ; 

No  again  the  boatfwain  calls  : 

Quick. 
The  topfail-yards  point  to  the  wind,  boys  ! 

See  all  clear   to  reef  each  courfe  ! 
Let  the  fore-meets  go  ;  don't  mind,  boys, 

Though  the  weather  mould  be  worfe. 
Fore  and  aft  the  fprit-fail  yard  get  ;  ' 

Reef  the  mizen  ;  fee  all  clear  : 
Hand  up  !   each  preventer-brace  fet  ; 

Man  the  fore- yard  j  cheer,  lads,  cheer  ! 

Slow. 
Now  the  dreadful  thunder's  roaring  ! 

Peals  on  peals  contending  clafh  ! 
On  oiir  heads  fierce  rain  falls  pouring  ! 

In  our  eyes  blue  lightnings  flafh! 
One  wide  water  all  around  us, 

All  above  us  one  black  iky  ! 
DifPrent  deaths  at  once  furround  us. 

Hark  !  what  means  that  dreadful  cry,? 


MISCELLANY.  Ill 

Quick. 

The  foreman's  gone,  cries  every  tongue  out, 

O'er  the  lee,  twelve  feet  'bove  deck. 
A  leak  beneath  the  cheft-tree's  fprung  out ; 

Call  all  hands  to  clear  the  wreck. 
Quick  the  lanyards  cut  to  pieces  ! 

Come,  my  hearts  bt  flout,  and  bold  ! 
Plumb  the  well,  the  lake  increafes  ; 

Four  feet  water  in  the  hold  ! 

Slow. 
While  o'er  the  fhip  wild  waves  are  beating, 

We  for  wives  or  children  mourn ; 
Alas  !   from  hence  there's  no  retreating  ; 

Alas  !   from  hence  there's  no  return. 
Still  the  lake  is  gaining  on  us  ; 

Both  chain- pumps  are  choak'd  below, 
Heav'n  have  mercy  here  upon  us  ! 

For  only  that  can  fave  us  now  ' 

Quick 

O'er  the  lee-beam  is  the  land,  boys  j 

Let  the  gunso'er-board'be  thrown  ; 
To  the  pump  come  ev'ry  hand,  boys  ; 

See  our  mizen-mafl  is  gone, 
The  leak  we've  found  ;   it  cannot  pour  faft  : 

We've  light en'd  her  a  foot  or  more  ; 
Up,  and  rig  a  jury  fore-mail  ; 

She  rights,  (he  rights,  boys!  wear  off  more. 

Now  once  more  on  joys  we're  thinking, 

Since  kind  fortune  fpar'd  our  lives  ; 
Come  the  cann,  boys,  let's  be  drinking 

To  our  fweetheants  and  our  wives. 
Fill  it  up,  about  fhip  wheel  it  ; 

Clofe  to  th'  lips  a  brimmer  join. 
Where's  the  tempetl  now ;  who  feels  it  ? 

None  !  .our  danger's  diown'd  in  wine  ! 

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THE  MUSICAL 
SONG       LX.    . 
IANTHE  THE  LOVELY. 


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ftill  the  fonder     they  grew. 

A  paffion  fo  happy  alarm'd  all  the  plain, 

Some  envy'd  the  nymph,  but  more  envy'd  the  fwain, 

Some  fwore  'twou'd  be  pity  their  loves  to  invade, 

That  the  lovers  alone  for  each  other  were  made. 

But  all,  all  confented  that  none  ever  knew, 

A  nymph  be  more  kind,  or  a  mepherd  fo  true, 

Love  faw  them  with  pleafure  and  vow'd  to  take  care, 
Of  the  faithful,  the  tender  the  innocent  pair, 
What  either  might  want  he  bid  either  to  move, 
But  they  wanted  nothing  but  ever  to  love. 
He  faid  all  to  blefs  them  his  god- head  cou'd  do, 
That  they  ft  ill  fhou'd  be  kind  and  they  mould  be  true, 


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THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     LXL 


LIFE  IS  CHECQUER'D. 
Philofophical.  Jovial. 


Life  is  checquer'd  ;    toil  and  pteafure  Fill  up  all  the 


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X.ife  is  checquer'd  ;  toil  and  pleafure 
Fill  up  all  the  various  meafure. 
Hark  !   the  crew,   with  fun-burnt  faces,.. 
Chanting  black  ey'd  Sufan's  graces  : 

And,   as  they  raife  their  note* 

Through  their  rutty  throats, 
On  the  deck  is  heard  no  other  found,  SsV.  &c* 

Life  is  cheequer'd;  toil  and  pleafure 
Fill  up  all  the  various  meafure. 
Hark  !   the  crew  their  cares  dtfcarding 
-With  huttle-cap  or  with  chuck-farthing  : 

Still  in  a  merry  pin, 

Let  them  lbfe  or  win, 
On  the  deck  is  heard,  no  other  fouad,  &c.  &k, 


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SONG     LXIL 

BELIEVE  MY  SIGHS. 


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Believe  my   fighs,  my  tears,  my  dear,  be-lieve 


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a  heart  you've  won ;      Believe     my  vows  to    you 


fincere,  or    Jenny,    I'm     undone. 


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fay    I'm   fickle,  and  apt   to  change,    at       every 
Chorus. 


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My  heart  was  like  a  lump  of  ice*. 

Till  warm'd  by  your  bright  eye  : 
And  then  it  kindled  in  a  trice, 

A  flame  that  ne'er  can  die. 
Then  take  and  try  me,  you  mall  find 

That  I've  a  heart  that's  true  ; 
Of  all  .the  girls  I  ever  faw, 
I  ne'er  lov'd  one  like  you, 

/  ne'er  Ion)  d  one  like  you  my  dear* 
I  ne'er  lovd  one  like  you, 
0/  all  the  girls  I  ever/aius 
I  ne'er  lovd  one  like  you,. 


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THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     LXIII. 

YOU  THE  POINT  MAY  CARRY. 


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You  the  point  may  carry,  If  a- while  you   tar-ry, 


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But  for  you,     I    tell  you  true,  no  you,  I'll  never 


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marry.     You  the  point  may  carry,  If  a-while  you 


tarry,  But  for  you,    I  tell  you  true,  no  you,  I'll  ne- 


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ver  marry. 

Care  our  fouls  difowning, 
Punch  our  forrows  drowning, 

Lausffi  and  love 

And  ever  prove 
Joys  our  wjfhes  crowning. 
Care  our,  &c. 


MISCELLANY 

To  the  ckurch  1*11  hand  her. 
Then  thro'  the  world  I'll  wander, 

I'll  fob  and  figh 

Until  I  die 
A  poor  forfaken  gander. 
To,  the  church,   &c. 

Each  pious  prieft  fince  Mofes, 
One  mighty  truth  difelofes, 

You're  never  vex't 

If  this  his  text, 
Go  fuddle  all  your  nofes. 
Each  pious,  &c. 


*20  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     LXIV. 

WELCOME  BROTHER  DEBTOR, 

Tune — Ceafe  rude  Boreas— Page  109. 

WELCOME,  welcome,  brother  debtor, 
To  this  poor  but  merry  place, 
Where  no  bailiff,  dun,    or  fetter, 

Dare  to  mew  a  frighful  face. 
But,  kind  Sir,  as  your're  a  ftranger, 
Down  your  garnifh  you  rauft  lay, 
Or  your  coat  will  be  in  danger; 
You  rauft  either  ftrip  or  pay. 

Ne'er  repine  at  your  confinement 

From  your  children  or  your  wife  : 
Wifdom  lies  in  true  refinement, 

Through  the  various  fcenes  of  Irfe, 
Scorn  to  mew  the  leaft  refentment, 

Though  beneath  the  frowns  of  fate9 
Knaves  and  beggars  find  contentment. 

Fears  and  cares  attend  the  great. 

Though  our  creditors  are  fpiteful, 

And  reftrain  our  bodies  here, 
Ufe  will  make  a  jail  delightful, 

Since  there's  nothing  elfe  to  fear, 
Every  ifland's  but  a  prifon, 

Strongly  guarded  by  the  fea : 
Kings  and  princes,  for  that  reafon, 

Pris'ners  are  as  well  as  we. 

What  was  it  made  great  Alexander, 

Weep  at  his  unfriendly  fate  ? 
'Twas  becaufe  he  could  not  wander 

Beyond  the  world's  ftrong  prifon-gate. 
The  world  itfelf  is  ftrongly  bounded 

By  the  heavens  and  {tars  above  : 
Why  mould  we  then  be  confounded, 

Since  there's  nothing  free  but  love  ? 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXV. 

MY  TEMPLES  WITH  CLUSTERS. 


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My  temples  with  clutters  of  grapes  I'll   entwine, 
And  barter  all  joys  for   a  gob  -  let    of    wine,  And 

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barter  all  joys  for  a  goblet  of  wine.  In  fearch  of 


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122  THE  MUSICAL 

Yet  why  this  refolve  to  relinquish  the  fair? 
sTis  a  folly  with  fpirits  like  mine  to  defpair; 
For  what  mighty  charms  can  be  found  in  a  glafs, 
If  not  fill'd  to  the  health  of  fome  favourite  lafs? 

*Tk  woman  whofe  charms  every  rapture  impart, 
And  lend  a  new  fpring  to  the  pulte  of  the  heart ; 
The  mifer  himfelf,  fo  fupreme  is  her  fway, 
Grows  a  convert  to  love,  and  refigns  her  the  key. 

At  the  found  of  her  voice  forrow  lifts  up  her  head, 
And  poverty  liftens,  well  pleas'd,  from  her  med; 
While  ag-e,  in  an  ecftacy,  hob'ling  along, 
Beats  time,  with  his  crutch,  to  th*e  tune  of  her  fong. 

Then  bring  me  a  goblet  from  Bacchus's  hoard, 
The  largeft  and  deepeft  that  Hands  on  his  board  j 
I'll  fill  up  a  brimmer,  and  drink  to  the  fair; 
sTi&  the  thirft  of  a  lover — and  pledge  me  who  dare! 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXVI. 

LOW  DOWN  IN  THE  BROOM 


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My      daddy      is    a   canker  d  carle,  He'll  nae  twin 
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My  aunty  Kate  fits  at  her  wheel, 

And  fair  fhe  lightlies  me  ; 
But  weel  ken  I  it's  a'  envy  j 

For  ne'er  a  jo  hag  fhe. 
But  let  them  fay,  &f0. 

My  coufin  Kate  was  fair  beguil'd 

"VVi'  Johnnie  i'  the  glen  : 
And  aye  fince  fyne,  fhe  cries,  beware 

Of  falfe  deluding  men. 
But  let  her  fay,  &c. 

Glee'd  Sandy  he  came  weft  ae  night, 
And  fpeer'd  when  I  faw  Pate, 

And  aye  fin ce  fyne  the  neighbours  round 
They  jeer  me  air  and  late. 

But  let  them  fay,  or  let  them  do, 

It's  a   arte  to  me  ;    ■ 
For  I'll  gae  to  tlye  bonny  lad 

That's  waiting  on  me ; 
Waiting  jm  me,  my  love, 

He's  'waiting  on  me  j 
F&r  he's  low  down,  htfs  in  the  hroom 

That's  waiting  for  me. 


MISCELLANY. 


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SONG     LXVII. 
KGW  LITTLE  DO  THE  LANDMEN  KNOW. 


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mo-nfieurs  right  us,  fo  tofs  the  canri"  about* 


Sick  Mont  to  orders  me  {filiates,. 

We'h  plunder,  burn,  and  fink, 
Then  France  have  at  your  firft  ra*cs3. 

For  Britons  never  fhririk. 
We'll  rummage  all  we  fancy, 

We'll  bring  them  li\  by  {'cores,. 
And  Moll  and  Kate  and  Nancy, 

Shall  roil  in  lucis  d'ors. 


126 


THE  MUSICAL 


While  here  at  Deal  we're  ly'ng, 

With  our  noble  commotio)  e, 
We'll  fpend  our  wages  freely  boys, 

And  then  to  fea  for  more. 
In  peace  we'll  drink  and  fmg  boys, 

In  war  we'll  never  fly, 
Here's  a  health  to  George  our  king,  boys, 

And  the  royal  family. 

SONG     LXVIII. 

WHRE'S  MY  SWAIN. 


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for  ever,  fince   you  faid  you'd  come  to  -  morrow; 

^-bt^t4;^±=t=:tp:fcp-±±:c:-tb:H=:  _ 

If  you  lov'd  but  half  as    I  do,  you'd  beenhefie  with 
looks  fo  bonny,  Love  has  fly-ing  wings    I    well 


MISCELLANY. 


127 


know,  not  for  ling'ring  la  -  -  zy    Johnny,  Love 
has     flying  wings    I    well  know,  not  for  ling'rim; 


la  -   zy  Johnny. 


What  can  he  be  now  a  doing, 

Is  he  with  the  laiTes  Maying  ? 
He  had  better  here  be  wooing, 

Than  with  others  fondly  playing* 
Tell  me  truly  where  he's  roving, 

That  I  may  no  longer  forrow  | 
If  he's  weary  grown  of  loving, 

Let  him  tell  me  fo  to-morrow. 

Does  fome  fav'rite  rival  hide  thee, 

Let  her  be  the  happy  creature, 
I'll  not  plague  myfelf  to  chide  thee, 

Nor  difpute  with  her  a  feature. 
But  I  can't  and  will  not  tarry, 

Nor  will  kill  myfelf  with  forrow, 
I  may  loofe  the  time  to  marry, 

If  I  wait  beyond  to-morrow. 

Think  not  fhepherd  thus  to  brave  me, 
If  I'm  your's  pray  wait  no  longer, 

If  you  won't  another  'll  have  me, 
I  may  cool  but  not  grow  fonder. 


128  THE  MUSICAL 

If  your  lovers,  girls,  fbrfake  ye, 

Whine  not  in  defpair  and  forrow, 
Bleil  another  lad  may  m;.ke  ye  ; 

Stay  for  none  beyond  to-morrow. 

SONG     LXIX. 

VARIETY  IS  CHARMING.  • 
Tune — Ton  the  point  may  carry- — Page  iiS* 

I'M  in  love  with  twenty, 
I'm  love  with  twenty, 
And  could  adore 
As  many  more, 
There's  nothing  like  a  plenty- 
Variety  is  charming, 
Variety  is  charming, 
A  conftancy 
Is  not  for  me, 
So  ladies  take  your  warning 

For  a  man  in  one  love, 
For  a  man-in  one  love, 

Ke  looks  as  poor 

As  any  boor, 
For  a  man  in  one  love. 
Variety,  &c. 

Girls  grown  old  and  ugry. 
Girls  grown  old  and  ugly, 

They  can't  infpire 

The  fame  defue, 
,As  when  they're  young  and  fmugljv 
Variety,  pe, 

'Tis  not  the  grand  regalia,. 
"Tis  not  the  grand  regalia 

Of  eaftern  kings  ' 

Thatpoets  lings, 
But  O  the  fweet  feraglio. 
Variety,  &c. 


MISCELLANY. 


3  29 


SONG     LXX. 

AS  SURE  AS  A  GUN. 


isns 


■b- 

\z±z± 


K 


mmmm 


± 


Says  Co-lin  to  me,  I've  a  thought  in  my  head, 


wz: 


I   know    a  young   damfel  I'm  dying  to  wed,    I 

7 — m ~ 

know   a  young  damfel  I'm  dying     to  wed.     So 


)w   a  young  damfel  I'm  dying     to  wed.     So 
r  ir    is  done,  you'll 

§ESfe± 


w — --*■-' — 5~^ 

pleafe  you,  quoth  I,  and  whene'er  it    is  done,  you'll 

SEfc 


^ 


P 


quarrel  and  you'll  part  again,  as  fure  as   a    gun!   As 


*SE£fEE|EE 


fure   as   a  gun!    As    fure  as  a  gun!  You'll  quarrel 


and  you'll  part   again  as  fure    as   a   gun. 


i3o 


THE  MUSICAL 


And  fo  when  you're  married  (poor  amorous  wight  ? 
You'll  bill  it,  and  coo  it  from  morning  till  night  : 
But  truil  me,  good  Colin,   you:ll  find  ft  bad  fan, — 
Inftead  of  which   you'll  fight  and  fcratch — as  fure  as  a 
gun  ! 

But  fhou'd  me  prove  fond  of  her  own  deareft  love, 

And  you  be  as  fupple,  and  foft  as  her  glove  ; 

Yet  be  (he  a  faint,  and  as  chafte  as  a  nun — 

You're  faften'd  to  her  apron-ihings— -as  fure  as  a  gun  1 

Suppofe  it  was  you  then,  faicl  he,  with  a  leer  ; 
You  wou'd  not  ferve  me  fo,   I'm  certain,  my  dear  : 
In  troth  I  replied,   I  will  anfwer  for  none,— 
But  do  as  other  women  do — as  fure  as  a  gun  ! 


M 


SONG     LXXL 
FAL  DE  RAL  TIT. 


'Twas  I  learnt  a  pretty  long  in  France,  And   I 


brought  it  o'er  the  fea  by  chance;  And  then  in  Wapping- 


I    did  dance,.  Oh  !   the  like  was  ne-ter  feen  :    For  I 


'  W;«Bi ' 1 ' * 


:xc: 


made  the   mufic  loud  for  to  play,  All  fortopafs  the 


MISCELLANY. 


131 


dull  hours  a  way,  And  when  I  had  nothing  left   for 

-p~P-  p~m — £-5H — J 

to  fay,  Then  I  fung  Fa!  de  ral  tit,     Tit  fal  de  ral, 

Chorus. 


.&_£- 


:tt-T-P-^--T^z-rz- 


s 


E 


Tit  fal  de  ray,  Then  I  fung  Fal  de  ral  tit,   Then  we 


__Q_. 


E 


zs 


£=» 


J     r    P r "' 

^1_[_.-L g-P P— 

fung    Fal   de  ral  tit. 


As  I  was  walking  down  Thames  flreet, 

A  fhip  mate  of  mine  I  chanc'd  for  to  meet, 

And  I  was  refolv'd  him  for  to  treat, 

With  a  cann  of  grog,  gillio  ! 

A  cann  of  grog  they  brought  us  (Irak, 

All  for  to  pleafure  my  (hip  mate, 

And  fatisfa&ion  give  him  ftrait, 

Then  I  fung  Fal  de  ral  tit,   &c. 

The  macaronies  next  came  in, 
All  dreft  fo  neat,  and  loak'd  fo  trim, 
And  thinking  for  to  llrike  me  dum. 
There  was  half  a  fcore  or  more. 
Some  was  fhort,  and  fome  was  tall, 
But  'tis  very  well  known  that  I  lick'd  them  all. 
For  I  dous'd  their  heads  againft  the  wall, 
Then  I  fung  Fal  de  ral  tit,  &c. 


I32  THE  MUSICAL 

The  landlord  then  aloud  did  fay, 

As  how  he  wifh'd  I  wou'd  go  away ; 

And  if  I  'tempted  for  to  Hay, 

As  how  he'd  take  the  law, 

Lord  d — me,  fays  I,  you  may  do  your  word, 

For  I've  not  fcarcely  quench'd  my  third, 

All  this  I  faid,  and  nothing  worfe, 

Then  1  fung  Fal  de  ral  tit,  SsV. 

It's  when  I've  crofl:  the  raging  main, 

And  be  come  back  to  Old  England  again, 

Of  grog  I'll  drink  galore  ;  - 

With  a  pretty  girl  for  to  fit  by  my  fide, 

And  for  her  collly  robes  I'll  provide, 

So  that  me  mall  be  fatisfied, 

Then  I'll  fing  Fal  de  ral  tit,  fcfr. 


MISCELLANY. 


l31 


SONG     LXXII. 

ANDRO  WF  HIS  CUTTY  GUN. 


Blyth,  blyth,  blyth  was  me,  BIyth  was  me    but  and 


-iizlfrlfJzP1 


ben;  And  well  (lie  loo'd   a  Hawick  gill,  And  leugh. 

-b — :-^-fiT ft— -N— i-i-^r-K-P"P:T-p- 


±± 


to  fee    a    tappet     hen.  She  took  me  in,    and 


::i — ^_g_::^xgz^_pSz:| 


fet  me  down,  And  hechtto  keepmelawing  free;  But 


m^mm 


cunnin    carlin     that  me  was,  me  gar'd  me  birle  my 


B5 


1   r    1.0 


bawbee. 


M 


J34  ,  THE.  MUSICAL 

We  loo'd  the  liquoV  well  enough; 

But  waes  my  heart  ray  cam  was  done, 
Before  that  I  had  quench'd  my  drouth, 

And  laith  I  was  to  pawn  my  moon. 
When  we  had  three  times  toom'd  our  iloup, 

.  And  the  neift  chappia  new  begun, 
In  ftarted,  to  heeze  up  our  hope, 
Young  Andre  wi'  his  cutty  gun. 
Blyth,  Myth,  CsV. 

The  carlin  brought  her  kebbuck  ben, 
With  girdle-cakes  well  toafted  brown ; 

Well  does  the  canny  kimmei-  ken, 
They  gar  the  feuds  gae  glibber  down. 

We  ca'd  the  bicker  aft  about, 

,    Till  dawning  we  ne'er  jee'd  our  bum. 

And  ay  the  cleareft  drinker  out, 
Was  Andro  wi'  his  cutty  gun. 
Blyth,  blyth,  &?V.  • 

He  did  like  ony  mavis  fir.g, 

And  as  I  in  his  oxter  fat, 
He  ca'd  me  ay  his  bonny  thing, 

And  mony  a  fappy  kifs  I  gat. 
I  ha*e  been  ealr,  I  hae  been  well, 

I  hae  been  far  ayont  the  fun  ; 
But  the  blytheft  lad  that  e'er  I  faw, 

Was  Andro  wi'his  cutty  gun. 
Blyth,  blyth,  e?V. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXXIIL 

BIRKS  OF  INVERMAY. 


*2>5 


fpa 


(La«i3tj*fc=d 


-=&- 


The  fmiling  morn,  the  breathing  fpring.  in- 


3q^..H--4-9-:j-#  ^--4-  -| — - 


1--T- 

vite  the     tuneful  birds  to"     fing,     And    while 


Hg^ptf 


:fc 


SSiiii^ 


-r 

they   warble   from  each  fpray,  love  melts  the     u- 


ni  -   ver  -   fal  lay 


Let  us,     A  •  man  -  da, 


-"fe#i 


.  k ^r\ ^^  ^  ^- 


timely  wife,  like  them    im -prove     the      hour 
that     flies, and     in  foft  raptures  wafte  theday,  A- 

tr 


mong  the     birks  '  of     In-ver-may. 
M.ij 


*2>6  THE  MUSICAL 

For  foon  the  winter  of  the  year, 
AncTage,  life's  winter,  will  appear ; 
At  this  thy  living  bloom  will  fade, 
A3  that  will  flrip  the  verdant  fhad«  ; 
Our  tafie  of  pleafure  then  is  o'er, 
The  feather'd  fongfters  are  no  more; 
And  when  they  droop,  and  we  decay, 
Adieu  the  bjrks  of  Invermay. 

Behold  the  hills  and  vales  around, 
With  lowing  herds  and  flocks  abound  ; 
The  wanton  kids,  and  frifking  lambs, 
Gambol  and  dance  about  their  dams; 
The  bufy  bees  with  humming  noife, 
And  all  the  reptile  kind  rejoice  ; 
Let  us,  like  them,  then  fing  and  play 
About  the  birks  of  Invermay. 

Hark,  how  the  waters,  as  they  fall, 
Loudly  my  love  to  gladnefs  call ; 
The  wanton  waves  fport  in  the  beams, 
And  fimes  play  throughout  the  ftreams--; 
rJ2he  circling  fun  does  now  advance, 
And  all  the  planets  round  him  dance  s 
Let  us  as  jovial  be  as  they 
Among  the  birks  of  Invermay. ' 


MISCELLANY.  137 

SONG     LXXIV. 

FRIEND  AND  PITCHER. 

Moderato. 

■r^-J.    Jgr 

The  wealthy  fool,  with  gold   in  ftore,  will  Hill 
_     fa  h.       _ 


ic^JzjEtj: 


rawl 


=fc 


de-fire  to  grow  richer,  give  me  but  thefe,  I     aik 


mm 


3zi;x:3:r; 


no  more,  My  charming  girl,  my  friend,  and  pit 


Chorus. 


^--j-^-#-|-H--^-M--FF^-r-^-^T:t::J: 

cher.  My  friend  fo  rare,   my    girl    ib   fair,  With 

Pz:37Eiz?±^=lE£i:&fet± 

fuch,  what  mortal  can    be    richer;  Give  me 

fa 


■**! 


j-f^y "" 


but  thefe,    a  fig  for  care,  With    my    fweet  girl, 


■Inrr- 


-£? ^"    ;—g  --d^—^ — J— - 

my  friend,  and  pitcher. 

M  iij 


338  THE  MUSICAL 

From  morning  fun  I'd  never  grieve 

To  toil  a  hedger  or  a  ditcher, 
If  that,  when  I  come  home  at  eve, 

I  might  enjoy  my  friend  and  pitcher. 
My  friend  fo  rare,  bV. 

Tho'  fortune  ever  fhuns  my  door, 
I  know  not  what  can  bewitch  her  j 

With  all  my  heart  can  I  be  poor, 

With  my  fweet  girl,  my  friend,  and  pitcher.  - 
My  friend,  fo' rare,.  &c. 


-m 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXXV. 

THO'  LATE  I  WAS  PLUMP. 

O 


39 


93% 


mim 


¥^_ 


w~5&_ 


-*-f-k- 


Tho'  late  I  was  plump,  round,  and  jolly,    I  now 

0 


-**_- 


fc 


__: — V0. 


tmm 


am  as  thin  as    a  rod,  Oh  love  is  the  caufe  of  my 


ilipppplgifi 


folly, and  foon  I'll  lie  under  a  fod.  Sing  ditherum 

(7S 


wrn^m 


doodle,   nagety,  nagety,   tragety,rum,  andgooie- 


'M 


*- 


2 ™ s  .  N 


therum  foodie,  Fidgety,  fidgety,  nigety,    mum 

Dear  Kathleen,  then  why  did  you  flout  me, 

A  lad  that's  fo  cofey  and  warm. 
Oh !  ev'ry  thing's  handfome  about  me, 

My  cabin  and  fnug  little  farm. 
Sing  ditherum,  &c. 

What  tho'  I  have  fcrap'd  up  no  money, 
No  duns  at  my  chamber  attend  j 


340 


THE  MUSICAL 


On  Sunday  I  ride  on  my  poney. 
And  ft  ill  have  a  bit  for  a  friend. 
Sing  ditherum,  &c.c 

The  cock  courts  his  hens  all  around  me. 
The  fparrow,  the  pigeon,  and  dove ; 

Oh!  how  all  this  courting  confounds  me* 
When  I  look  and  think  of  my  love. 
Sing  ditherum,  &c. 

SONG     LXXVI. 

NOW  PHCEBUS  GILDS. 

Recit. 


S^illllipiii 


Now  Phoebus  gilds  the   Orient  ikies,  the   lark 


r-2-P_J $~ JL  __^-_S?  • — 


begins  the  lay,  The  fonorous  horn  bids  fportfmen 

£>- 


rife,  to  hail  the  new-born  day  :  The  hounds  are  out, 


^ x 4 — — 1 — ^— 1 — ^- 


their  cheerful  notes  refound,  while  diftaut  hills  re- 


.:&- 


■t-pg 


BfflS 


jEgfpasHflS 


:?.:: 


turn  it  all  around.         O'er  hill  and  o'er  dale,  over 


MISCELLANY- 


141 


HSIIE 


!E 


"JET"-  4"~ W~~ 


m 


-p-\ 


-arfV 


t-EL 


wm 


ditches  or  pale,  as  fwift  as  the  wind  we  pur-fue,   as 


:w 


Zjj±=:  ^:^x:=]-il:iTi::i:|ti:r 


Sep 


fwift  as  the  wind  we  pur  -  -  fue,the  fox  or  the  hare, 

L      K     »  „  ? 


#fb;  t  ■ ,  j*i40^ 


or  the  fwift  footed  deer,  no  matter  whatfport  is  in 

view 


No  matter  what  fport  is     in      view. 


Health  waits  on  the  chace, 
Paints  with  blufhes  the  face, 

Spleen  and  vapours  are  left  in  the  rear 
The  brooks  and  the  floods, 
And  the  deep  embrown'd  woods, 

Delightful  around  us  appear. 

To  the  fports  of  the  field 
All  others  mull  yield, 
For  hunting's  of  ancient  renown  ; 


142  THE  MUSICAL 

Kings  and  princes,  of  old, 
Have  this  paftime  extoiFd, 
Royal  hunters  have  fat  on  the  throne. 

Hills  and  valii''s  o'erpaft, 
Now  hdmewaid  we  hafte,  ■ 

And  our  miilreffes  hearty  embrace  : 
New  ftrength  we  obtain, 
By  our  fports  on  the  plain, 

For  (Irength  ftill  attends  on  the  chace„ 

Now  the  bowl  comes  in  view, 
'•    Which  with  glee  we  purfue, 
And  thus  happily  finifh  the  day  : 

To  the  huntrefs  divine, 

To  Diana  we  join, 
While  each  chorus  loudly  huzza*. 


MISCELLANY. 


I43 


SONG     LXXVIL 

HOOLY  AND  FAIRLY. 


Oh  !    what  had  I  a  -  do  for    to  marry  ;  My  wife  (he 


M 


heeSh 


Z3zzn 


gi#g==giEggig=g 


drinks  naething  but  fack  and  canary,     I     to  her  friends 


wmmmmm 


complain'd  right  airly:   O  gin  my  wife  wou'd  drink 


gjlji^lJEllfl^SrpEp 


hooly  and  fairly,  Hooly  and  fairly,  Hooly  and  fairly  ; 


O  gin  my  wife  wou'd  drink  hooly    and  fairly. 


Firft  me  drank  Crummie,  and  fyne  fne  drank  Garie, 
Now  flie  has  drunken  my  bonny  gray  marie, 
That  carried  me  thro'  the  dub  and  the  larie. 
Oh  !  gin  my  wife,  &c. 

If  fhe'd  drink  but  her  ain  things,  I  wad  na  much  care, 
She  drinks  my  claiths  I  canna  well  fpare, 
To  the  kirk  and  the  market  I  gang  fa'  barely. 
Oh !  gin  ray  wife,  Z$c. 


144  THE  MUSICAL 

If  there's  ony  filler,  fhe  maun  keep  the  purfe; 
If  I  feek  but  a  baubee,  fhe'll  fcald  and  (he'll  curie; 
She  gangs  like  a  queen,  I  fcrimpet  and  fparely. 
Oh  i  gin  my  wife,  £sV. 

I  never  was  given  to  wrangling  nor  flrife,  • 
Nor  e'er  did  refufe  her  the  comforts  of  life, 
E'er  it  come'  to  a  war,  I  am  ay  for  a  parley. 
Oh !  gin  my  wife,  &c. 

A  pint  wi'  her  cummers  I  wad  her  allow, 
.But  when  1he  fi(:s  down  fhe  fills  herfel  fou ; 
And  when  me  is  fou,  {he's  unco'  camfteriei 
Oh!  gin  my  wife,  &c. 

She  ries  out  to  the  cafey,  fhe  roars  and  fhe  rants, 
Has  nae  dread  o'  her  nibours,  nor  minds  the  houfe  wants, 
But  lings  fome  fool- fang,  Tak' up  your  heart  Charlie. 
Olj !  gin  my  wife,  &c. 

And  when  fhe  comes  hame  me  lays  on  the  lads, 
She  ca's  the  lafFes  baith  limmers  and  jades, 
And  I  my  ainfel  an  auld  cuckold  carlie, 
Oh !  gin  my  wife,  &fa 


MISCELLANY, 


US 


SONG     LXXVIIL 
GOOD  MORROW  TO  YOUR  NIG'HT-CAP. 


:r£S: 


:sizm 


tepCTflB 


Dear  Kathleen  you  no  doubt  find  Sleep  how  very 


fweet  'tis,  Dogsbark,andcocks  have  crow'd  outyoune 


33 


Hiipli^g 


ver  dream  how  late  'tis.     This     morning  gay,     I 


'M.JZZ 


rff 


gel 


£^£ 


poft  away,  to  have  with  you  a  bit  of  play,  on  two  legs 


mgHliilip 


rid  a-long  to  bid,goodmorrowtoyournightcap 

Laft  night  a  little  browfy, 

With  whifky,  ale,  and  cyder* 
I  afk'd  young  Betty  Bloufy 
To  let  me  fit  belide  her ; 
Her  anger  rofe, 
And  four  as  floes, 
The  little  gipfey  cock'd  her  nofe. 
Yet  here  I've  rid  along  to  bid, 
Good- morrow  to  your  night-cap, 


146 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     LXXIX. 

HOW  STANDS; THE  GLASS  AROUND. 

Moderate 


mnii 


Pt 


How  ftandsthe  glafs  around: 


m 


-~~ ars — &■ 


&■     # 


£: 


-F-& 


tz 


How  ftands  the  glafs     a-  round  ?  For 


I  _-_»_  JZZJT — j 3 


fhame  !  -5 

-e  take  no  care,  my  boys.  How  itands  tlie 

rYl    1 

m:            T    "■ 

*2-b..i       , 

, — J_  (6J — &>; — 0^— «r — -f— 

.  ft      -•._ 

— -&J 

..  .  *;  ,  J- .  ft     T.  r—  , '  ~ 

1 — '    C- 

— 1— 

fhame!  ye  take  no  care,  my  boys. 


How 


sumiyiiii 


glafs  around  ?  J  Let    mirth  and  wine     a 


SS 


t ; 1 

S~3 


*■       {lands  the  glafs  around?  Let  mirth  iind  wine  •  a- 


MISCELLANY. 


147 


bound.       ,       The  trum-pets  found,  the  colours 


FVp — _qp 


zMz: 


bound.  The  trum-pets  found,  the  colours 


they  are  flying,  boys,  to  fight,  kill,  or  wound,  may 


i§5 


*  ~-  '-^-i^T-p— 71-- 1 


PS&E^ 


they  are  flying, boys, to  fight,  kill,  or  wound, may 


ligiSipiEiEgi 


we  fr ill  be     found,    con  -  tent  with  our  hard 


|p£p&^^^^^ 


we    flill   be  found,    con  -  tent  with  our  hard 


f5±5i:iz 


^9~ 


=ihz?EEf:Pzd:|zp 


dfctW^ 


-r- 


fate,  my  boys,  on  the  cold  ground. 


S^M^ 


fate,  my  boys,  on  the  cold  ground: 


I48  THE  -MtJSICAL 

Why,  foldiers,  why, 
Shcu'd  we  be  .melancholy,  boys  ? 

Why,  foldiers,  why  I 

Whofe  bufinefs  'tis  to  die  ! 

What,  fighing?  fie! 
Don't  fear,  drink  on,  be  jolly,  boys! 

'Tis  he,  you,  or  I ! 

Cold,  hot,  wet,  or  dry, 
We're  always  bound  to  follow,  boys. 

And  fcorn  to  fly ! 

5Tis  but  in  vain,— - 
I  mean  not  to  upbraid  you,  boys, — •> 

JTis  but  in  vain 

For  foldiers  to  complain, 

Should  next  campaign 
Send  us  to  him  who  made  us,  boys? 

We're  free  from  pain ! 

But,  if  we  remain, 
A  bottle  and  kind  landlady 

Cure  all  again. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXXX. 

THE  CONTENTED  MAN. 


149 


The  man  that's  contented    is  void  of  all    care, 


m 


s — — - — n — T® — 


■'6T 


Tol  de  rol-tol  de  rol  tol  de  rol  la  dy,       He    far  b- 
■m-  N 


ver  tops  the     foul  fiave-ry    of  fear,  Tol  de  vol  tol 


de  rol  tol  de  rol  la  dy.        A  mind  that's  ferene,  and 
a      body    in  health, gives  a  man    all  the  pleafure 

PI 


P±H- 


teur  of  w 

3fc£B 


and  grandeur  of  wealth.   Tol  de  rol  la  dy,  Tolde 


ifciiFFzfe 


■gf— LB^ 


rol  la  dy,  Tol  de  rol  tol  de  rol  tol  de  rol  la  dy 

Niij 


I50  THE  MUSICAL 

Laft  day  I  went  out  with  a  heart  full  of  joy* 

Tol  de  rol,  &c . 
Which  nothing  but  vice  or  fharp  pain  could  annoy  ; 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
The  firft  that  I  met  was  a  mifer,  whofe  gloom 
Shew'd  a  foul  that  was  muddy,  and  ftraiten'd  in  room. 

Tol  d6  rol,  &c* 

In  Britain's  fair  iffand  there's  none  to  be  feen 

Tol  de  rol,  mc. 
Of  more  fullen,  felfifh,  and  fordid  a  mein  ; 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
Regardlefs  of  honour,  a  flave  to  his  gold, 
Defpis'd  of  the  young,  and  contemn'd  of  the  old, 

Tol  de  rol,  £sV. 

The  next  that  I  met  wa3  a  profligate  afs, 
Tol  de  rol,  &V. 
Whofe  brains  were  of  cork,  and  his  forehead  of  brafs  |. 

Tol  de  rol,  £sV. 
By  game  he  was  galloping  thro'  his  eftate, 
And  mis'ry  attended  his  fad  finking  fate. 

O  place  me,  kind  heav'n  !  in  what  flation  you  pleafe> 
Tol  de  rol,  £sV. 
So  my  body's  in  health,  and  my  foul  be  at  eafe ; 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
By  command  of  myfelf,  independent  and  free,, 
Contentment  mall  ftill  be  a  pleafure  to  me. 
i.   Tol  de  rol,  &c.      . 

O  rather  in  a  cottage  may  I  be  fed 

Tol  de  rol,  &c, 
With  roots  the  mofl  common,  and  coarfeft  brown:  breads 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
Than  to  riot  with  luxury,  fopp'ry,  and  vice, 
They're  the  lofs  of  contentment,  too  precious  a  pri-e>, 

Tol  de  rol,  Sec* 


MISCELLANY.  151 

Let  rakes  ramble  after  their  harlots  and  wine, 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
'Till  with  poxes  and  palfies  their  carcafes  dwine  ; 

To!  de  rol,  &c. 
Grow  old  while  they're  young,  and  have  wafted  their  ftore, 
While  the  vot'ries  of  Virtue  are  blithe  at  fourfcore. 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 

The  thun3er  may  roar,  and  the  hurricanes  make 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
The  ocean  to  boil,  and  the  forefts  to  fhake ; 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
The  light'ning  may  flam,  and  the  rocks  may  be  rent, 
But  nothing  can  ruffle  the  mind  that's  c©ntent. 

This  world's  well  freighted  with  wonders  in  ftore? 

Tol  de  rol,  Sec. 
And  we're  fent  into  it  to  think  and  explore  ; 

Tol  de  rol,  &c. 
And  when  the  due  fummons  mall  call  us  away, 
Ho  more's  to  be  faid,  but  contented  obey* 

Tol  de  rol,  &..c. 


*3* 


TW&  MUSICAL 


"SONG     LXXXI. 

"THE  LAND  0*F  DELIGHT. 


As  you  mean    to   fet  fail   for  the    land  of  de- 


light,  And  in  wedlock's  fo  ft  hammock  to  fwing  ev'ry 


HEfe 


S^^iii 


night;   If  you   hope  that  your  voyage   fuc-cefs>ful 


mou'd  prove,  Fill  your  fails  with  affection,  your  ca- 


bins   with  love.     If    you    hope  that  your  voyage 


a^^s 


fuccefsful  fhou'd  prove,  fill  your  fails  with  affec= 


MISCELLANY.  153 


tion,  your    cabins  with  love.     Fill  your  fails  with 


affection,  your  ca- bins  with  love. 

Let  your  heart,  like  the  main-mall,  be  ever  upright, 
And  the  union  you  boaft,  like  our  takle,  be  tight  ; 
Of  the  fhoals  of  indiff'rence  be  fure  to  keep  clear, 
And  the  quickfands  of  jealoufy  never  come  near. 

But  if  vapours  and  whims,  like  fea-ficknefs,  prevail, 
You  mull  fpread  all  your  canvas,  and  catch  the  frefh  gale, 
For,   if  brifk  blows  the  wind,  and  there  comes  a  rough 

fea, 
You  inuft  lower  your  top-fail,  and  feud  under  lee. 

If  hufbands  e'er  hope  to  live  peaceable  lives, 

They  muft  reckon  themfelves,  give  the  helm  to  their 

wives ; 
For  the  fmoother  we  fail,  boys,  we're  fafeft  from  harm, 
And  on  fhipboard  the  head  is  flill  rul'd  by  the  hdm. 

Then  lift  to  your  pilot,  my  boys,  and  be  wife  ; 
If  my  precepts  you  fcorn,  and  my  maxims  defpife, 
A  brace  of  proud  antlers  your  brows  may  adorn, 
And  a  hundred  to  one,  but  you  double  Cape  Horn. 


w 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     LXXX1L 

THE  LITTLE  MAN  AND  MAID. 


iteimiE 


'?%mm 


There-was   a  little  man,  and  he  wco'iT a   little 


-a-d"1-- c 

maid.  And  he  faid,  little  maid,  willyou  wed,  wed  wed. 


Z&±*ZMZ3Z& 


I    have     little  more  to  fay,  than  will  you,  aye  or 


it 


nay,  For    little  faid  is  foon  -  eft  mended-  ed, 


The  little  maid  reply'd,  Little  Sir,  you've  little  faid,. 

To  induce  a  little  maiden  to  wed; 
You  rnuft  fay  a  little  more,  and  produce  a  little  ftore,. 

'Ere  I  to  the  church  will  be  led. 

The  little  man  reply'd,  If  you'll  be  my  little  bride, 

I  will  raife  my  little  note  a  little  higher  : 
Tho'  I've  little  for  to  prate,  yet  my  little  heart  is  great,    i 

By  the  little  god  of  love  I'm  en  fire. 


MISCELLANY.  I 


55 


TI;e  little  maid  reply'd,   If  J  be  your  little  bride, 

Pray,  wh  it    .  ould  you  give  me  to  eat? 
Would  the  flams  that  you're  fo  rich  in,  put  a  fire  into 
the  kitchen. 

Or  the  little  god. of  love  ftir  the  fpit-? 

The  little  man  reply'd,  and  fome  fay  a  little  cry'd, 
For  his  little  heart  was  fill'd  with  forrow, 

With  the  little  that  I  have  I  will  be  your  little  (lave, 
And  the  reit,  my  little  dear,  we  will  borrow. 

Thus  did  the  little  gent,  make  the  little  maid  relent, 

For  her  little  heart  began  for  to  beat  ; 
'Tho'  his  offers  were  but  final!,  file  accepted  of  them  ail, 

Now  {he- thanks  her  little  itars  for  her  fate. 


'56 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     LXXXIIL 

DONNEL  AND  FLORA, 


§§iiiiii§i^ 


131 

When  merry  hearts  were  gay,   Carelefs   of  ought 

_g£( 1 , |HqaE?T 1_ 


mmmmm 


but  play,Poor  Flo-ra   flipt  away,  fad'ning  to    Mo- 


-*? — -r 

m 


ZZZ'M 


i^iH 


ra,   Loofe  flow'd  her  coal  black  hair,  quick  heav'd 


rterpzp- 


her  bofom  bare,  And  thus  to   the   troubled   air 


gpliiip 


fhe  vented   her   for-row. 

"  Loud  howls  the  northern  blaft, 
«'   Bleak  is  the  dreary  waile  ; — 
"  Hafte,  then,  O  Donnel,  hafte, 

"  Hafte  to  thy  Flora. 
u  Twice  twelve  long  months  are  o'er, 
H  Since  in  a  foreign  more, 
«•  You  promis'd  to  fight  no  more, 

(i  But  meet  me  in  Mora. 


MISCELLANY,  1 5 


"  Where  now  is  Donnel  dear? 
"  Maids  cry  with  taunting  fneer, 
"  Say,  is  he  ftill  fincere 

"  To  his  lov'd  Flora. 
«'  Parents  upbraid  my  moan; 
*l  Each  heart  is  turn'd  to  ftone — > 
"  Ah  Flora  !  thou'rt  now  alone> 

"  Friendlefs  in  Mora. 

"  Come  then,  O  come  away, 
"  Donnel  no  longer  Hay; 
tl  Where  can  my  rover  ftray 

"  From  his  dear  Flora,    . 
*'«  Ah  fure  he  ne'er  could  be 
"  Falfe  to  his  vows  and  me. 
*<  O  heav'n,  is  not  yonder  he 

"  Bounding  in  Mora." 

"  Never,  O  wretched  fair," 
(  Sigh'd  the  fad  mefTenger ) 
"  Never  mail  Donnel  mair 

"  Meet  his  lov'd  Flora. 
"  Cold,  cold  beyond  the  main 
"  Donnel  thy  love  lies  flain  ; 
**  He  fent  me  to  foothe  thy  pain 

(t  Weeping  in  Mora. 

"  Well  fought  our  gallant  men, 
'«  Headed  by  brave  Burgoyne  ; 
"  Our  heroes  were  thrice  led  on 

"  To  Britifh  glory. 
"  But  ah!  tho*  our  foes  did  flee* 
"  Sad  was  the  lofs  to  thee, 
"  While  ev'ry  frefh  victory 

"  Drown'd  us  in  forrow." 

"  Here,  take  this  trufty  blade," 
(Donnel  expiring  faid) 
*'  Give  it  to  yon  dear  maid 
"  Weeping  in  Mora  ; 
O 


I58  THE  MUSICAL 

«  Tell  her,  O  Allan  tell, 
"  Donnel  thus  bravely  fell, 
"  And  that  in  his  fea  farewell, 

"  He  thought  on  his  Flora." 

Mute  flood  the  trembling  fair, 
Speechlefs  with  wild  defpair, 
Then  ilriking  her  bofom  bare, 

Sigh'd  out  poor  Flora, 
"  Oh  Donnel!  O  welladay!" 
Was  all  the  fond  heart  could  fay  : 
At  length  the  found  died  awajf, 

Feebly  in  Mora. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXXXIV. 

MY  JO  JANET. 


'59 


O  fweet  Sir,   for  your  courtefie,  When  you  come 


by  the  Bafs,  then,  And  for  the  love  ye    hear  to  me, 

— Bte 


ii^ii^iiilpi 


buy    me    a     keeking'  glafs,  then-  Keek  into  the 


draw- well,     Janet,   Janet,  And  there  ye'll  fee  your 


m 


bonny  fell,    My  jo  Janet. 

Keeking  in  tfce  draw-well  clear, 
What  if  I  fhou'd  fa'  in,  Sir  ? 
Syne  a'  my  kin  will  fay  and  fwear, 

I  drown'd  myfel  for  fin,  Sir. 
Had  the  better  be  the  brae, 

Janet,  Janet  ; 
Had  the  better  be  the  brae, 
My  jo  Janet. 

Oii 


l6o  THE  MUSICAL 

Good  Sir,  for  your  courtefie, 

Coming  through  Aberdeen,  then, 
For  the  love  ye  bear  to  me, 

Buy  me  a  pair  of  fheen,  then. 
Clout  the  auld,  the  new  are  dear, 

Janet,  Janet ; 
Ae  pair  may  gain  ye  ha'f  a  year, 
My  jo  Janet. 

But  what  if  dancing  on  the  green, 

And  flapping  like  a  mawkin, 
If  they  mould  fee  my  clouted  fheen, 
'.    O'  me  they  will  ke  taukin. 
Dance  ay  laigh,  and  late  at  e'en, 

Janet,  Janet, 
Syne  a'  their  fauts  will  no  be  feen, 

My  jo  Janet. 

Kind  Sir,  for  your  courtefie, 

When  ye  gae  to  the  crofs,  then, 
For  the  love  ye  bear  to  me, 

Buy  me  a  pacing  horfe,  then. 
Pace  upo*  your  fpinning  wheel, 

Janet,  Janet  ; 
Pace  upo'  your  fpinning  wheel, 
My  jo  Janet. 

My  fpinning  wheel  is  auld  and  ft  iff, 

The  rock  o't  winna  fiand,  Sir, 
To  keep  the  temper-pin  in  tiff, 

Employs  aft  my  hand,  Sir. 
Make  the  befl  b't  that  ye  can, 

Janet,  Janet, 
But  like  it  never  wale  a  man,, 
My  jo  Janet. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     LXXXV. 

O  GREEDY  MIDAS. 


161, 


tc 


O    greedy   Midas,     I've  been  told,  that  what 


r!afc: 


ppggig 


'EEiES 


-P- 


you  touch   you   turn  to  gold,  that  what  you  touch 


rjgf— H- — r~^~w^~  --4-+-  fat — r— 

you    turn  to  gold.  O  had    I   but  a  pow'r 

ike  thine,  O  had  I    but  a  pow'r  like  thine,  I'd  tu  -  - 

r3~:KEf  -E-E-kF-FiL  ±Uz±^W--fL~z  -f 
!:fz-gigtpz^:3f:tb±^b:p:^:§p:t=^x 


,    I'd 

-— ~ 

turn  whate'er  I  touch  to  wine.     I'd   turn  whate'er 


ifeill 


:^_i±z^z:tz 
i 


z: 


touch  to  wine. 


O  iij 


I  62  THE  MUSICAL 

Each  purling  ftream  fhou'd  feel  my  force, 
Each  fifh  my  fatal  power  mourn, 

Each  fifli,  &c. 
And  wond'ring  at  the  mighty  change, 

And  wond'ring,  &c. 
Shou'd  in  their  native  regions  burn, 

Shou'd  in,  &c. 

Nor  fhou'd  there  any  dare  t'  approach 
Unto  my  mantling  fparkling  fhrine, 

Unto  my,  &c. 
But  firft  fhou'd  pay  their  votes  to  me3 

But  firft,  Zffc. 
And  ftile  me  only  god  of  wine. 

And  ftyle,  &V, 


MISCELLANY, 

SONG     LXXVIII. 
TWINE  WEEL  THE  PLAIDEN. 


1*3 


iglpiigfi 


O    I  hae  loft   my  filken  fnoodjthat  tied  my 


ii^g^liip 


hair  fo     yellow,   I've    gi'en    my   heart   to    the 

333. 


lillpfllflipp 


lad     I   lood,    he  was   a     gal-lant    fel  -  low. 

P3 


Upli^gip 


#- 


And  twine  it  weel  my    bonny    dow,  and  twine 


I 


glBgfe 


it  weel  the  plaiden,    the      laffie     loft   her   filken 


Mrfr^tel 


fnood,  in   pu'ing  of     the  bracken. 


164 


THE  MUSICAL 


He  prais'd  my  e'en  fae  bonny  blue, 

Sae  lilly  white  my  fkin,  O, 
And  fyne  be  prte'd  my  bonny  mou% 

And  fwore  it  was  nae  fin,  O. 
And  twme  it  weel,  my  bonny  dovv, 

And  twine  it  weel  the  plaidenj 
The  laffie  loft  her  filken  fnood, 

In  pu'ing  of  the  bracken. 

But  he  has  left  the  lafs  he  loo'd, 

His  am  true  love  forfaken, 
Which  gars  me  fair  to  greet  the  fnood, 

I  loft  among  the  bracken. 
And  twine  it  weel,  ray  bonny  dow, 

And  twine  it  weel  the  pi  a  i  den ; 
The  laffie  loft  her  filken  fnood, 

In  pu'ing  of  the  bracken. 

SONG     LXXXVII. 

COME  ROUSE  BROTHER  SPORTSMEN. 


yEEEz? : 


Come  roufe  brother fportfmen,  the  hunters 


IllfgiliSS 


We've  got  a  flrongfcent,anda    favouring  iky,  we've 


got  a   flrongfcent  we've  got  a  ftrongfeent  we've  got 


a  ftrong  fcent  and  a  fa-vouring  fky.     The  horns 


L-tb-^-Kttti — i — zp±_t--- 


fprightly  notes  and  the  lark's  early  fong  will  chide 


*---r.^L_„ 


SS&gg 


the  dull  fportfmen  for   fleep-  ing    fo     long,  will 


:dr: 


h-p#*r— r 


0-arr— 


;#*= 


2TTt 


I 


P-r-* 


& 


Sfcfc 


1 — ■ — I — 


will  chide  the  dull  fportfmen  for  fleeping  fo  long, 


iS^ga 


ffefj 


t 


will  chide  the  dull  fportfmen  for  fleeping  fo  long*. 


i66 


THE  MUSICAL 


Bright  Phoebus  has  {hewn  us  the  glimpfe  of  his  face, 
Feep'd  in  at  our  windows,  and  call'd  to  the  chace, 
He  foon  will  be  up;  for  his  dawn  wears  away, 
And  makes  the  fields  blufh  with  the  beams  of  his~  ray. 

Sweet  Molly  may  teaze  you  perhaps  to  lie  down, 
And  if  you  refufe  her  perhaps  me  may  frown, 
But  tell  her  fweet  love  muft  to  hunting  give  place, 
For  as  well  as  her  charms,  there  are  charms  in  the  chace. 

Look  yonder,  look  yonder,  old  Reynard  I  fpy, 
At  his  brum  nimbly  follows  briik  Chanter  aud  Fly, 
They  feize  on  their  prey,  fee  his  eye -balls  they  roll, 
We're  in  at  the  death,  now  return  to  the  bowl. 

There  we'll  fill  up  our  glaffes,  and  toaft  to  the  King, 
From  a  bumper  frefh  loyalty  ever  will.fpring, 
To  George  peace  and  plenty  may  heaveii  drfpenfe, 
And  fox  hunters  flourifh  a  thoufand  years  hence. 


SONG     LXXXVIII. 


THE  OLD  WOMAN'S  SONG. 


3i: 


Old  women  we  are,  and  as.  wife  in  the  chair,  and 


as.  fit  for  the  quorum  as  men.        We  can    fcold 


MISCELLANY. 


16' 


on   the  bench,    and     ex- a -mine  a  wench,  and 


lifelpS^|ig| 


like  them,  and  like  them,  andlikethemcanbe  wron<v 


±±= 


lHIpiiipi3i 


now  and  then,  now  and  then,  now  and  then,  andlike 
k  Chorus. 

fcfcgg — • P — Nrn — 


^£MM 


them  can  be  wrong  now  and  then.  For  look  the  world 
thro*  and  you'll  find,  nine  in  ten,  Old  wo  -  men   can 


§IS|li§lli 


do,    Old   wo  -  men   can  do,   Old  wo-men  can 
0  ^T" 


Sippfci 


do,    as     much  as  old  men, 


l68  THE  MUSICAL 

We  can  hear  a  fad  cafe,  with  a  no-meaning  face, 
And  tho'  fhallow,  yet  feem  to  be  deep  ; 

Leave  all  to  the  clerk,  and  when  matters  grow  dark? 
Their  worfhips  had  better  go  fleep. 
For  look,  &c» 

When  our  wifdom    is  ta(k'd,    and  hard    queftions  are 
afk'd, 
We  anfwer  them  beft  with  a  fnore ; 
We  can  mump  a  titbit,  and  can  joke  without  wit, 
And  what  can  their  worfhips  do  more. 
For  look,  £sV, 


MISCELLANY, 


1 69 


SONG     LXXXIX. 

WHEN  MY  WIFE  IS  LAID  IN  GROUND. 


iiiiiri-Hiiiiii 

O  what  pleafures  will  abound,  When  my  wife 


is  laid    in  ground.      Let  earth  cover  her,  we'll 


dance  over  her,  when    my   wife  is     „laid 


mm 


ground. 


Oh  how  happy  mould  I  be, 

Wou'd  little  Nyfa  pig  with  me  ; 

How  I'd  mumble-her,  touze  and  tumble  her, 

Wou'd  little  Nyfa  pig  with  me. 


/©  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     XC. 

THE  HIGHLAND  LADDIE. 

The    law-land     lads  think  they  are  fi 

S*553zfz5zz^zi:^3^3:p:[ 

- — ' * 1 —      ■ Wjmln&l — ' — LeEE*W'» — a 


*?3 


-*?-= 


zxxzfiz^ 


aon p«s^ 

ilKl 


O  they're  vain  and   i  -  dly   gawdy  :  How  much 


fiary.-j? — i — y-t-f-r — r — f 


un-like  th?t  graceful   rnein,  And    manly  looLs 

zzzzzzzzb^JzzzEz 


E&7EEEB 


-^ — 


±. 


f3B^: 


3S 


of  my  Highland  laddie.  O  my   bon  r  ny 


3**— 

ii. 

f-^. 

zz& 

w 

'"kssB^iseef™'" 

MISCELLANY. 


*7* 


Highland  laddie,  My  hand  fame  fmiling  Highland 

-F-      -B-     m  m 


srfc 


#■ — C 


P 


sriSii=Sj|? 


•<(  laddie, may  heaven  ft  ill  guard,  And  love  reward,  the  law- 


IllpiSiiig 


land  lafs  and  her    Highland   laddie. 


jlggJ 


3i: 

^j — L 


If  I  were  free  at  will  to  chufe 

To  be  the  wealthieil  lawland  lady, 

I'd  take  young  Donald  without  trews, 
With  bonnet  blew,  and  belted  plaidy. 
O  my  bonny,  &c. 

The  braweft  beau  in  burrow's-town, 
In  a*  his  airs,,  with  art  made  ready, 

Compar'd  to  him,  he's  but  a  clown  ; 
He's  finer  far  m's  belted  plaidy, 
O  my  bonny,  £fjY. 


1J2  THE  MUSICAL 

O'er  benty  hills  with  htm  I'll  run, 

And  leave  my  lawland  kin  and  daddy  ; 

Frae  winter's  cauld,  and  fummer's  fun, 

He'll  fcreen  me  with  his  Highland  plaidy, 
O  my  bonny,  &e. 

A  painted  room,  and  filken  bed, 

May  pleafe  a  lawland  laird  and  lady  j 

But  I  can  kifs,  and  be  as  glad, 

Behind  a  bufti  in's  Highland  plaidy. 
O  my  bonny,  &c. 

Few  compliments  between  us  pafs, 
1  ca'  him  my  dear  Highland  laddie, 

And  he  ca's  me  his  lawland  lafs, 

Syne  rows  me  in  beneath  his  plaidy. 
O  my  bonny,  &c*~ 

Nae  greater  joy  I'll  e'er  pretend, 

Than  that  his  love  prove  true  and  fteady, 

Like  mine  to  him,  which  ne'er  (hall  end, 

While  heaven  preferves  my  Highland  laddie* 
O  my  bonny,  &c. 


MISCELLANY. 


17$ 


SONG     XCI. 

WHY  HEAVES. 


Why  heaves  my  fond     bo-fom!    Ah!  what  can 


:fc:r 


isiiiSi 


~i- 


it  mean  :  Why   flut  -  ters  my  heart  which  was 


iSplpiig 


once  fo    fe  -  rene;         Why^  this  figh-ing    and 


trembling,  when  Daphne    is    near  ;  Or  why  when 


Ihe's     ab  -  fent,  this    for-row    and      fear;  Or 

liiflilir 


wby  when  flic's   abfent, this   for-row  and   fear. 


PiJj 


174  THE  MUSICAL 

For  ever,  methinks,  I  with  wonder  could  trace. 
The  thoufand  foft  charms  that  embellifh  thy  face  ; 
Each  moment  I  view  thee,  new  beauties  I  find, 
With  thy  face  I  am  charm'd,  but  enflav'd  by  thy  mind. 

Untainted  with  folly,  unfullied  by  pride, 
There  native  good  humour,  and  virtue  refide  ; 
Pray  heaven  that  virtue  thy  foul  may  fupply 
With  compamon  for  him  who  without  thee  mull  die* 


MISCELLANY. 


*7S 


SONG     XCII. 

SINCE  YOU  MEAN  TO  HIRE. 


-38  — - — ~T—g;"~ 


^mwtm 


HS^Ei; 


Since  you  mean  to  hire  for  fervicc,  come  with  me, 


mm 


m 


you  jol-ly   dog.    You  can  help  to  bring  home  har- 


mm¥mm 


veil,  You  can  help  to  bring  home  harveft,  'tend  the 


E^H^pjjgl 


fheep,  and  feed  the  hog.  Farra  diddle  dol,     Farra 


i^f^B 


^feg|g% 


diddle  dol,      tol  ti  di  tol  di  ti  di     tol  dol  doL 


With  three  crowns,  your  (landing  wages, 

You  (hall  daintily  be  fed  ; 
Bacon,  beans,  falt-beef,  and  cabbage, 

Butter,  milk,  and  oaten  bread. 
Farra  diddle,  Csfc. 


176  THE  MUSICAL 

Come,  ilrike  hands,  you'll  live  m  clover, 
When  we  get  ypu  once  at  home  ; 

And  when  daily  labour's  over, 

We'll  all  dance  to  your  ftrum  ftrura, 
Farra  diddle,  We. 

Done,  itrike  hands,  I  take  your  offer? 

Farther  on  I  may  fare  worfe  ; 
Zooks,  I  can  no  longer  fufFer 
•  Hungry  guts  an^  empty  purfe. 
Farra  diddle,  £sV. 


MISCELLANY. 


l77 


SONG     CXIII. 

BY  THE  GAILY. 


?ll^lS=ll^fe 


By  the  gaily  circling  glafs,  We  can  fee   how  rai- 


s^z: 


t 

nutespafs.  By  the  hollow   calk  we're  told  How  the  wa- 

nipiiiigiiii 


ning  night  grows  old,  How  the  waning  night  grows 


old.  Soon,  too  foon,  the    bu  -  fy    day  drives  us 

z?3±5~SSizL^b~t:EzE££E 


from   our   fport   a-way,  What  have  we    with  day 


zrnr*rrm 


m 


to  do?  Sons   of  care, 'twas  made  for  you!  Sons  of  care 


JH§5B 


hil 


% 


-e- 

'twas  made  for  vou  ! 


i78 


THE  MUSICAL 


By  the  filence  of  the  owl, 

By  the  chirping  on  the  thorn, 
By  the  butts  that  empty  roll, 

We  foretel  the  approach  of  morn. 
Pill,  then,  fill  the  vacant  glafs, 

Let  no  precious  moment  flip  ; 
Flout  the  moralizing  afs, 

Joys  find  entrance  at  the  lip. 


SONG     CXIV. 
HIGHLAND  MARCH. 


^Ql^=ii=i^^i§^l 


In  the    garb   of  old  Gaul,  and  the  fire  of  old 
Rome,Fron.  the  heath  cover'd  mountains  of  Scotia 


-a*- 


fc 


m 


fee 


gz^:6:fc:~3zS:: 


we  come:  On  tho-fe  mountainstheRomansattempt- 


ed  to   reign  ;  But  our  anceftore  fought  and  they 


MISCELLANY. 


179 


m 


JK* - 


fought  not  in  vain.        Tho'  no     ci  -  ty    nor  court 


:==P 


-j^wi & 


of  our   gan 

, 3£^ '-■&r—f^—*r — ® *- 


of  our   garment    ap-rove/Twas  pre-fent-ed    by 


BS 


Mars,  at  a  fe  -  nate     to  Jove,  And  when  Pallas 


obferv'd  at  a  balTtwou'd  look  odd.  Mars  receiv'd 


S5± 


iifip 


i^ 


from  his  Venus,      a   fmile  and   a    nocl. 


No  intemperate  tables  our  finews  unbrace  ; 
Nor  French  faith  nor  French  fopery,   our  country  dif- 

grace  : 
Still  the  hoarfe  founding  pipe  breaths  the   true  martial 

drain, 
And  our  hearts  ft  ill  the  true  Scottifh  valour  retain. 
'Twas  with  anguilh  and  woe,  that,  of  late,  we  beheld 
Rebel  forces  rum  down  from  the  hills  to  the  field  ; 


l8o  THE  MUSICAL 

For  our  hearts  are  devoted  to  George  and  the  laws  \ 
And  we'll  fight,  like  true  Britons,  in  liberty's  caufe. 

But  ft  ill,  at  a  diftance  from  Briton's  lov'd  more, 
May  her  foes,  in  confufion,  her  mercy  implore  ! 
May  her  coafts  ne'er  with  foreign  invafions  be  fpread, 
Nor  detefted  rebellion  again  raife  it's  head! 
May  the  fury  of  party  and  faction  long  ceafe  ! 
May  our  councils  be  wife,  and  our  commerce  increafe! 
And,  in  Scotia's  cold  climate,  may  each  of  us  find, 
That  our  friends  fliJl  prove  true,  and  our  beauties  prove 
kind. 


SONG     XCV. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

IN  the  garb  of  old  Gaul,  wV  the  fire  of  old  Rome, 
From  the  heath-  cover'd  mountains  of  Scotia  we  come, 
Where  the  Romans  endeavour'd  our  country  to  gain, 
But  our  anceftors  fought,  and  they  fought  not  in  vain. 
Such  our  love  of  liberty,  our  country,  and  our  laws, 
That,  like  our  anceftors  of  old,  we  Hand  by  freedom's 

caufe  ; 
We'll  bravely  fight,  like  heroes  bold,  for  honour  and 

applaufe, 
And  defy  the  French,  with  all  their  art,  to  alter  our 
laws. 

No  effeminate  cuftoms  our  fmews  unbrace, 
No  luxurious  tables  enervate  our  race; 
Our  loud- founding  pipe  bears  the  true  martial  ftrain, 
So  do  we  the  old  Seottifh  valour  retain. 
Such  our  love,  &c. 

We're  tall  as  "the  oak  on  the  mount  of  the  vale, 
Are  fwift  as  the  roe  which  the  hind  doth  affail  : 
As  the  full  moon  in  autumn  our  fhields  do  appear, 
Minerva  would  dread  to  encounter  our  fpear. 
Such  our  love,  &r. 


MISCELLANY.  l8l 

As  a  ftor'm  in  ihe  ocean  when  Boreas  blows, 
So  are  we  enrag'd  when  we  rufh  on  our  foes  ; 
We  fons  of  the  mountains,  tremendous  as  rocks, 
Dafh  the  force  of  our  foes  with  our  thundering  ftrokes. 
Such  our  love,  £sV. 

Quebec  and  Cape  Breton,  the  pride  of  old  France, 
In  their  troops  fondly  boafted,  till  we  did  advance  ; 
But  when  our  claymores  they  faw  us  produce, 
Their  courage  did  fail,  and  they  fu'd  for  a  truce. 
Such  our  love,  &c. 

In  our  realm  may  the  fury  of  faction  long  ceafe, 
May  our  councils  be  wife,  and  our  commerce  increafe, 
And  in  Scotia's  cold  climate  may  each  of  us  find, 
That  our  friends  ftill  prove  true,   and  our  beauties  prove 

kind  ; 
Then  we'll  defend  our  liberty,  our  country,  and  our  laws, 
And  teach  our  late  pofterity  to  fight  in  freedom's  caufe, 
That  they,   like  our  anceftors  bold,  for  honour  and  ap- 

plaufe, 
May  defy  the  French  and  Spaniards  to  alter  our  laws. 


Q_ 


l'82 


THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     CXVI. 
CORN-RIGS. 


-ttX 


SZ-TMZM'lzBl 


:r?±^di: 


4— «pt — 


My    Pa-tie  is    a      lo  --  ver  gay,  His  mind 


!±zsfcz:f: 


l~ 


fcr.irvi.^r'F 


e: 


* — "i/ — b~^c~ 

is  ne  -  ver    mud-dy,  His   breath   is  fweeter 

flJI  -k=faEg 


0 


than  new  hay,    His    face    is      fair  and  rud- 


dy. 


His  fhape  is  handfome,    middle 


pE£H 1  — — -1-1 ^ a—  h-F~£~  -f-; + 


MISCELLANY. 


18 


fize,  He's  ftately   in         his  wa'king,        the 


mining     of     his    een    fur-priie,    'Tis   lieav'n 

^Hfr-ftfo  «.      ftA.      _  

l g£ — jl ^_pz-£-X-.p-- 


a:±: 


to  hear   him     ta-wking. 


fe 


Lad  night  I  met  him  on  a  bawk, 

Where  yellow  corn  was  growing, 
There  mony  a  kindly  word  he  fpake, 

That  fet  my  heart  a  glowing. 
He  kifs'd,  and  vow'd  he  wad  be  mine. 

And  loo'd  me  bell  of  ony ; 
That  gars  me  like  to  fing  finfyne, 

O  corn -rigs  are  bonny  I 


*  84  THE  MUSICAL 

Let  maidens  of  a  filly  mind 

Refufe  what  maift  they're  wanting5 
Since  we  for  yielding  were  defign'd, 

We  chaftely  mould  be  granting  : 
Then  I'll  comply,  and  marry  Pate, 

And  fyrie  my  cockernony 
He's  free  to  touzle,  air  or  late, 

Where  corn-rigs  are  bonny. 


SONG     XGVII. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

LORD,  what  czre  I  for  mam  or  dad  ? 
Why  let  them  fcold  and  bellow ; 
For  while  I  live  I'll  love  my  lad, 
He's  fuch  a  charming  fellow. 
The  lail  fair  day,  on  yonder  green, 
The  youth  he  dane'd  fo  well,  O, 
So  fpruce  a  lad  was  never  feen, 
As  my  fweet  charming  fellow. 

The  fair  was  over,  night  was  come, 

The  lad  was  fomewhat  mellow ; 
Says  he,  my  dear.  I'll  fee  you  home, 

I  thank'd  the  charming  fellow. 
You  rogue,  fays  I,  you've  ftopp'd  my  breathy 

Ye  bells  ring  out  my  knell,  O, 
Again  I'd  die  fo  fweet  a  death, 

With  fuch  a  charming  fellow. 

We  trudg'd  along,  the  moon  flioae  bright, 

Says  he,  my  fweeteft  NeU,  O, 
I'll  kifs  you  here  by  this  good  light, 

Lord,  what  a  charming  fellow ! 
You  rogue,  fays  I,  you've  ftopp'd  my  breathy 

Ye  bells  ring  out  my  knell,  O  ; 
Again  I'd  die  fo  fweet  a  death, 

With  fuch  a  charming  fellow. 


MISCELLANY, 

SONG     XCVIIL 

SWEET  ANNIE. 


ig 


ifciM 


^ii^tessigi 


aa! ^"cs — -^ 


Sweet  Annie  frae    the   fea-beach  came,  Where 


SfczSzfaszzizi — »»fr~  z  —  iz  i?Z"ii"t^*t 


Jocky  fpeel'd    the    vef  -  fel's  fide,  Ah!  wha  can 


2Et 


zpiriS 


^^^^^^ffiSfe 


:feiff:?^jz:jz:;z 


keep    their   heart  at   hame,  When  Jocky's  toft 

i:£ifc==C5=!r-«-«-~^T-^v-??~=^- 


a-boon   the    tide. 
ISzt^ZZHIfcfZ 


Far   afF  to     di- ftant 


m 


realms  he  gangs,  Yet   I'll  prove   true   as      he 

±z: 


i^-jpL 


"*i™3zzi3izj3SB,"d**l 


has  been ;  And   when  ilk    lafs      a  -  bout   him 


ffltea 


thrangs,  He'll  think  on  Annie,   his  faith-ful  ane, 
QJ'l 


lB6  THE  MUSIC AI, 

I  met  our  wealthy  laird  yeftreen, 
Wi*  gou'd  in  hand  he  tempted  me, 

He  prais'd  my  brow,  my  rolling  een, 
And  made  a  brag  of  what  he'd  gi'e; 

What  tho*  my  Jocky's  far  away, 

Toll  up  and  down  the  anfome  main, 

I'll  keep  my  heart  anither  day, 
"j  Since  Jockey  may  return  again. 

Nae  mair,  falfe  Jamie,  ling  nae  mair,- 

And  fairly  aaft  your  pipe  away ; 
My  Jocky  wad  be  troubled  fair, 

To  fee  his  friend  his  love  betray  : 
For  a'  your  fongs  and  verfe  are  vain, 

While  Jocky's  notes  do  faithful  flow  | 
My  heart  to  him  mall  true  remain, 

I'll  keep  it  for  my  conftant  jo. 

Blaw  faft,  ye  gales,  round  Jocky's  head, 

And  gar  your  waves  be  calm  and  ftillj 
His  hameward  fail  with  breezes  fpeed, 

And  dinna  a5  my.  pleafure  fpill. 
What  tho'  my  Jocky's  far  away, 

Yet  he  will  braw  in  filler  fhioe ; 
I'll  keep  my  heart  anither  day, 

Since  Jocky  may  again  be  mme> 


MISCELLANY. 


187 


SONG     CXIX. 

WINTER. 


±: 


Si 


i 


fefrivfll    pigjpj; 


A  -  dieu,  ye  groves,  adieu,    yc  plains,     all 


nature    mourning   lies.         See     gloomy  clouds 


and  thickning  rains  ob-fcure  the  laboring  fides. 


See,  fee,,  from  a- far,    tli*    impending  itorm,  with 


r^rfc: 


zfF^BE 


4_ ^—1^,1 — — — l 


Ibte 


^-rH 


j~jpH?Hq 


ful-len  hafte     ap  -  pear,     See   winter  comes,  a 


IF 


dreary  form^  to     rule       the     falling  year. 


I  88  THE  MUSICAL 

No  more  the  lambs  with  gamefome  bound. 

Rejoice  the  gladen'd  fight ; 
No  more  the  gay  enamell'd  ground, 

Or  Sylvan  fcenes  delight. 
Thus  lovely  Nancy,  much  lov'd  maid  j 

Thy  early  charms  mitil  fail, 
Thy  rofe  muft  droop  the  lilly  fade, 

And  winter  foon  prevail. 

Again  the  lark,  fweet  bird  of  day, 

May  rife  on  active  wing, 
Again  the  fportive  herds  may  play, 

And  hail  reviving  fpring. 
But  youth,  my  fair,  fees  no  return, 

The  pleafmg  bubble's  o'er, 
In  vain  it's  fleeting  joys  you  mourn, 

They  fall  to  bloom  no  more. 

Hade,  then,  dear  girl,  the  time  improve* 

Which  art  can  ne'er  regain, 
In  blifsful  fcenes  of  mutual  love, 

With  fome  diftinguifh'd  fwain, 
So  (hall  life's  fpring,  like  jocund  May? 

Pafs  fmiling  and  ferene, 
Thus  fummer,  autumn,  glide  away, 

And  winter  foon  prevail. 


MISCELLANY. 


189 


SONG     C. 

A  POX  OF  YOUR  POTHER. 


|liiEl||iiElll^|S; 


A  pox  of  your  pother  about  this   or  that,  your 


tiffiwriifm 


fhrieking  or  fqeaking    a     fharp    or   a  flat,  I'm  fharp 


wmmmm 


by  my  bumpers,  you're  flat  mailer  Pol,  fo  here  goes  a 

— p- - 


^ii^^iiii 


fet  to  a    Tol  de  rol   lol   de    rol   tol   de  rol   dc 


uliiili^il 


rol,    tol    de  rol  lol,    tol  rol  tol   de  rol  lol  de  rol 


i 


tol  de  rol  loh 


190  THE  MUSICAL 

Mankind  are  a  medley,  a  chance  medley  race, 
All  ftart  in  full  cry  to  give  dame  Fortune  chace  ; 
There's  catch  as  catch  can,  hit  or  mifs,  luck's  all, 
And  luck's  the  beft  tune  of  life's  Tol  lol  de  rol,  &V. 

When  Beauty  her  pack  of  poor  lovers  would  hamper, 
And  after  Mils  Will- o'- the- wifp,  the  fools  fcamper  ; 
Ding-dong,  in  fing-fong,  they  the  lady  extol, 
Pray  what's  all  this  fufs  for,  but  Tol  lol  de  rol,  &fr. 

I've  done,  pleafe  your  wormip,  'tis  rather  too  long, 
I  only  meant  life  is  but  an  old  fong  ; 
The  world's  but  a  tragedy- comedy  droll, 
Where  all  a&  the  fcece  of  Tol  lol  de  rol,  ttc. 


MISCELLANY. 


191 


Sfc 


SONG     CI. 

MY  FOND  SHEPHERDS. 


h^^f'ZT 


s£ 


My  fond  Shepherds  of  late    were  fo   bleft,  The! 


WrrvruhM 


fair  nymphs  were  fo    happy  and  gay,   That  each 


iElill|il= 


fcfa 


nicrht  they  went  fafely  to  reft,   And  they  mer-rily 

mm 


:z:ks: 


~r~ — P — w  T  ss — 

§Eipg 


(ung  thro'  the  day.       But   ah !    what   a     fcei 


Vr— 1 P 


4 


gmpmiiii 


muft  appear,  Mad  the  fweet  rural  paftime    be  o'er, 


tarr 


zttztttez 


'U 


^igii^lEp 


PL 


Shall  the    tabor,  the   tabor  no    more  ftrike  the  ear, 


Shall  the  dance  on     the     green     be  no  more, 


192  THE  MUSICAL 

Will  the  flocks  from  their  paftures  be  led, 

Muft  the  herds  go  wild  ftraying  abroad, 
Shall  the  looms  be  all  ftopp'd  in  each  fhed, 

And  the  mips  be  all  moor'd  in  each  road, 
Muft  the  arts  be  all  fcatter'd  around, 

And  fhall  commerce  grow  fick  of  it's  tidc^ 
Muft  religion  expire  on  the  ground, 

And  fhall  virtue  fink  down  by  her  fide. 


MISCELLANY. 


93 


SONG     CII. 
TAK  YOUR  AULD  CLOAK  ABOUT  YE. 


In  winter  when  the  rain  rain'd  cauld,  and  froft 
and   fnaw  on      il  -  ka     hill,   And  Boreas  with  his 

&k:E=zpzJz::t$tt&±zi:z^i: 

■^F — La— &-— -^-->-J-4 


&  b* 

blaits  fae  bauld,  was  threat'ning  a'    our    ky      to 


It 


pfczqsqz^ 


=:3: 


±Cz±~mzz±z±z±iz±z'MZZ 


kill,      Then  Bell  my  wife,  wha  lo'es  na  ftrife,  She 


W~< -*~r — - — Jfc?i  V^fe-g   ' .   £r 

faid  to  me  right  haftily,    get  up  gudeman,   fave 


^y — g&— — »*— 

Crummy's  life,  and    tak  your   auld  cloak  a  -  bout 


mi 


7e- 


R 


194  THE  MUSICAL 

My  Crummie  is  a  ufeful  cow, 

And  me  is  come  of  a  good  kyne  ; 
Aft  has  me  wet  the  bairns'  mou', 

And  I  am  laith  that  (he  mould  tyne  ; 
Get  up,  gudeman,  it  is  fu'  time, 

The  fun  fhines  in  the  lift  fae  hie  ; 
Sloth  never  made  a  gracious  end, 

Go  tak'  your  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

My  cloak  was  anes  a  good  grey  cloak, 

When  it  was  fitting  for  my  wear ; 
But  now  it's  fcantly  worth  a  groat, 

For  I  have  worn't  this  thirty  year ; 
Let's  fpend  the  gear  that  we  have  won, 

We  little  ken  the  day  we'll  die  ; 
Then  I'll  be  proud,  fince  I  have  fworn 

To  have  a  new  cloak  about  me. 

In  days  when  our  King  Robert  rang, 

His  trews  they  coft  but  ha]f-a-crown  ; 
He  faid  they  were  a  groat  o'er  dear, 

And  ca'd  the  taylor  thief  and  lown. 
He  was  the  king  that  wore  a  crown, 

And  thou  the  man  of  laigh  degree, 
'Tis  pride  puts  a'  the  country  down, 

Sae  take  thy  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

Every  land  has  it's  ain  laugh, 

Ilk  kind  of  corn  it  has  it's  hool, 
I  think  the  warld  is  a'  run  wrang, 

When  ilka  wife  her  man  wad  rule  ; 
Do  ye  not  fee  Rob,  Jock,  and  Hab, 

As  they  are  girded  gallantly  1 
While  I  lit  hurklen  in  the  afe, 

I'll  have  a  new  cloak  about  me. 

Gudeman,  I  wat  'tis  thirty  years 
•     Sine?  we  did  ane  anither  keif; 
And  we  have  had  between  us  twa 
Of  lads  and  bonny  lalfes  ten  : 


MISCELLANY.  195 


Now  they  are  women  grown  and  men, 
I  wim  and  pray  well  may  they  be  ; 

And  if  you  prove  a  good  hufband, 
E'en  tak'  your  auld  cloak  about  ye. 

Bell  my  wife,  (lie  lo'es  nae  ftrife  ; 

Bat  me  wad  guide  me,  if  (he  can, 
And  to  maintain  an  eafy  life, 

I  aft  maun  yield,  tho'  I'm  gudeman 
Nought's  to  be  won  at  woman's  hand, 

Unlefs  ye  give  her  a'  the  plea  : 
Then  I'll  leave  aiT  where  I  began, 

And  tak  my  aald  <:loak  about  me. 


R 


ig6 


THE  MUSICAL 

SONG    cm. 

AH!  CHLORIS. 


Ah  !  Chloris,  cou'd  I    now   but   fit,  as 


iiso_p_tp_  p. — ex  _w — s 


unconcern'd    as    when  your     in  -  faat     beau- 


SiiiggS^g 


._n 


p-tt-zr-: 


iiiiiiiii 


ty   couM  beget    no     hap-pi-nefs  nor  pain. 


mf+*.-£~f>- 


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=3t£i:£:±I 


I 


'siTiccfcar^tt 


as 


Egp© 


When    I     this  dawning  did  admire,  and  prais'd 


IIISe 


MISCELLANY. 


197 


the     co  -  ming  day,      I       lit  -  -  tie  thought 


111=11 


-•F- 


li 


SSiiiiBii 


that     ri  -  fing  fire,  would  take    my     reft    a- 


^*-**£~A 


— M 


::t 


jjjsggggi 


:fc 


way. 


Your  charms  in  harmlefs  childhood  lay, 

As  metals  in  a  mine  ; 
Age  from  no  face  takes  more  away, 

Than  youth  conceal'd  in  thine  : 


R  iij 


I98.  THE  MUSIC A& 

But  as  your  charms  infenfibly 
To  thefr  perfection  prefs'd  ; 

So  love  as  unperceiv'd  did  fly, 
And  center'd  in  my  breaft. 

My  paffion  with  your  beauty  grew* 

While  Cupid  at  my  heart, 
Still  as  his  mother  favour'd  you, 

Threw  a  new  flaming  dart. 
Each  gloried  in  their  wanton  part  5 

To  make  a  lover,  he 
Employ'd  the  utmeft  of  his  art ;. 

To  make  a  beauty,  fhe, 


MISCELLANY.  -  199 

SONG     CIV. 

Tune — The  wealthy  fool — Page  137, 

THE  filver  moon  that  mines  fo  bright, 
I  fwear,  with  reafon,  is  my  teacher ; 
And  if  my  minute-glafs  runs  right, 
We've  time  to  drink  another  pitcher. 
'Tis  not  yet  day,  'tis  not  yet  day, 

Then  why  mould  we  forfake  good  liquor  ? 
Until  the  fun-beams  round  us  play, 
Let's  jocund  pum  about  the  pitcher. 

They  fay  that  I  muft  work  all  day, 

And  fleep  at  night,  to  grow  much  richer  ; 

But  what  is  all  the  world  can  fay, 

Compar'd  to  mirth,  my  friend,  and  pitcher. 
'Tis  not  yet  day,  &c. 

Tho'  one  may  boaft  a  handfome  wife, 

Yet  ftrange  vagaries  may  bewitch  her  5. 
Unvex'd  I  live  a  cheerful  life, 

And  boldly  call  for  'tother  pitcher. 
'Tis  not  yet  day,  &c. 

I  dearly  love  a  hearty  man,  "^ 

(Nofneaking  milk-fop  Jemmy  Twitcher)j 

Who  loves  a  lafs,  and  loves  a  glafs, 
And  boldly  calls  for  'tother  pitcher. 
Tis  not  yet  day,  &&, 


200 


THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     CV. 
YE  SLUGGARDS. 


ggiiiiliilli! 

Ye  fluggards  who  murd< 

--. ■■■%£ p-y (&— A-pffi- =^_ 


Ye  iluggards  who  murder  your  life-time  in  fleep 


P^g 


awake    and  purfue  the  fleet  hare,  From  life  fay  what 


*3Z 


pgjjjgf 


joy,  fay  what  pleafure  you  reap,  that  e'er  could  with 


p^g^p^lgp 


hunting  compare,  that  e'er  could  with  hunt  - 


^^» 


Br    -P1    -9- 


^^iii^gl 


-  ins:   compare,  that  e'er    eouid    with 
-pi    -§>. 


hunting  compare,  that  e'er  could  with  hunting  com- 


MISCELLANY. 


20 1 


— ±T_p._£_pi:p:pgT±zp_^i:§rrt 


pare.  When  Phoebus  begins  to  enliven  the  morn,  the 


huntfman  at-tend-ed  by  hounds,  Rejoices  and  glows 

i-giiiiliiiliii 


at  the  found  of  the    horn,  whilft  woods  the  fweet 


j±p4:3: 


— j-jt^jjjj 


echo  refound,  whilft  woods  the  fweet  e  - 


-t*-3£- 


EgEl! 


-  cho  refound,  whilft  woods  the  fweet  echo  refound 


pgp^p^gEg= 


whilft  woods  the  fweet  echo  refound. 


£02  THE  MUSICAL 

The  courtier,  the  lawyer,  the  prieft  have  a  view, 

Nay  ev'ry  pvofeffion  the  fame, 
But  fportfmen,  ye  mortals,  no  pleafures  purfue, 

But  fuch  as  accrue  from  the  game. 
While  drunkards  are  pleas'd  in  the  joys  of  the  cup, 

And  turn  into  day  ev'ry  night, 
At  the  break  of  each  morn  the  huntfman  is  up, 

And  bound*  o'er  the  lawns  with  delight. 

Then  quickly,  my  lads,  to  the  foreft  repair, 

G'er  hills,  dales,  and  valleys  let's  fly, 
For  who  can,  ye  gods,  feel  a  moment  of  care, 

When  each  joy  will  another  fupply  ? 
Thus  each  morning,  each  day,  in  raptures,  we  pafs, 

And  defire  no  comfort  to  fhare, 
But  at  night  to  refre/h  with  the  bottle  and  glafs, 

And  feed  on  the  fpoil  of  the  hare. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     CVI. 

ALLY  CROAKER, 


203 


ipigiiiasp 


There  lived   a  man  in   "Bale-no  era  -  zy,  who 


wanted   a  wife    to  make  him    un  -  ea  -  fy,  Long 


e  had  iigh'd  for    dear  Ally  Croaker,     And  thus 


the  gentle  youth  be-fpoke  her,  Will  you  marry  me, 


mmmmmm 

dear  Al  -  ly  Croaker,  will  you  marry    me,   dear 


Ally,     Ally  Croaker. 


204  THE  MUSICAL 

This  artlefs  young  man,  juft  come  from  his  fchoolery, 
A  novice  in  love,  and  all  it's  foolery ; 
Too  dull  for  a  wit,  too  grave  for  a  joker, 
And  thus  the  gentle  youth  befpoke  her, 
Will  you  marry,  &c* 

He  drank  with  the  father,  he  talk'd  with  the  mother, 
He  rompt  with  the  lifter,  he  gam'd  with  the  brother; 
He  gam'd  till  he  pawn'd  his  coat  to  the  broker, 
Which  loft  him  the  heart  of  his  dear  Ally  Croaker, 

Oh!  the  fickle,  fickle  Ally  Croaker, 

Oh!  the  fickle  Ally,  Ally  Croaker. 

To  all  ye  young  men  who  are  fond  of  gaming, 
Who  are  fpending  your  money,  whiill  others  are  faving, 
Fortune's  a  jilt,  the  de'il  may  choke  her, 
A  jilt  more  inconftant  than  dear  Ally  Croaker, 
Oh!  the  inconftant  Ally  Croaker, 
Oh  !  the  inconftant  Ally,  Ally  Croaker, 


MISCELLANY, 


205 


SONG     CVIL 

BIDE  YE  YET. 


iljifeSEiES 


-fi: 


Gin  I  had   a  wee  houfe,  and  a    canty  wee  fire, 
a    bon-ny  wee    wine    to  praife  and  admire,  a 


bonny  we&  yardie,    a  -  iide    a  wee  burn,  fareweel 

Chorus. 


to  the  bodie3  that  yammer  and  mourn.    Sae  bide  ye 


te 


-&- 


yet,  and  bide  ye  yet,  ye   little  ken,  what  may  betide 

- ~:  M 

F-P~r 


"^~b 


you  yet;  fome  bonny  wee   body  may   be  my  lot,  and 


M 


I'll  ay  be   canty      wi'  thinking  o't. 
S 


2o6 


THE  MUSICAL 


When  I  gang  afield,  and  come  hame  at  e'en, 
I'll  get  my  wi  wine  fu'  neat  and  fu'  clean, 
And  a  bonny  wee  bairnie  upon  hex-  knee, 
That  will  cry  Papa  or  Dady  to  me. 
And  bide  ye  yet,  &c. 

And  if  there  mould  happen  ever  to  be 
A  difference  a'tween  my  wi  wifie  and  me, 
In  hearty  good  humour,  altho'  fhe  be  teaz'd, 
I'll  kifs  her,  and  clap  her,  until  me  be  pleas'd. 
And  bide  ye  yet,  &c. 

SONG     CVIII. 
WHEN  LATE  I  WANDER'D. 


^P^^^^^^a^ 


When  late  I  wander'do'ertheplain,Fromnymph 

iiPiitliiii 


to   nymph    I    ftrove  in  vain  My  wild  defires  to 


mfm 


rally,    to    rally,    My  wild   de  -  fires  to    rally. 


sas 


3^p=!£E 


* 


But  nowthey're  of  themfelves comehome,and ftrange! 


MISCELLANY. 


2107 


no  longer  wifli    to  roam,  They  centre  all   in 


Sally,       in 


Sally,    They      centre     all        in 


Sally. 

Yet  me,  unkind  one,  damps  my  joy, 
And  cries  I  court  but  to  deftroy  ; 

Can  love  with  ruin  tally  ? 
By  thofe  dear  lips,  thofe  eyes,  I  fwear, 
I  wou'd  all  deaths,  all  torments  bear, 

Rather  than  injure  Sally. 

Come  then,  O  come,  thou  fweeter  far. 
Than  violets  and  rofes  are, 

Or  lillies  of  the  valley  ; 
O  follow  love,  and  quit  your  fear, 
He'll  guide  you  to  thefe  arms,  my  dear, 

And  make  me  bleft  in  Sally.  . 


0& 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     CIX. 

RULE,  BRITANNIA. 

"I  j^S^p^Fp^ 

-<(  Whe.n    Britain,   fi  -  rft,     at  Heav'n'^ command, 

When  Britain  firft,.         at  HeavVscommancl, 


f= 


a  -  rofe from  cut  the  a  •  zure 


mam; 


H^Lel.  ~-3-Ul{ZCL,Lrt 


-$-- 


-;*- 


zrrrrz: 


a  -  rofe  -  -  -  from  out    the   a  -  zure  main 


:£r 


^ 


«£  arofe  from_out  -  -  -   the   a- zure  main  ;     This 

L 


rofe    from    out  -  -  the  a  -    zure   main;      Thi 


MISCELLANY. 


20  a 


-{       was  the  charter,  the  charterof  the  land,  and  guardian 


liii^ 


was  the  charter,  the  charterof  the  land,  and  guardian 
angels  -  -  -  -    fung  this  {train  ;    Rule,  Britannia, 


angels  -  -  -  -  fang,  this  drain;      Rule,  Britannia, 


■^  "  *'  '££* 


Britannia,  rule  the  wave?,  Britons     ne  -  -  -  -:$<£f 

zsr' — r~zzzzzzszjF~ZT — ~z — zzzz'^tt 

— tt.L._c„L_^_„c — t-i — p-tasa^fet 

Britannia,  rule  the  waves,  Britons    ne  -  -  -  -  ver 

^--f---f-~p--r~-V-| -f" — -— — 

~p~J — j. — jZ IJL '. m-_;ju. — ! _.«™,™Z 


(hall  be  Haves. 

Lzzrzfczziicz 


ihall  be'ilaves 


Siii 


210  THE  MUSICAL 

The  nations,  (not  fo  bleft  as  thee) 
Muft,  in  their  turns,  to  tyrants  fall  ; 
Mad,  in  their  turns,  to  tyrants  fall ; 
Whilft  thou  {halt  flourifh— fhalt  ftourifh  great  and  free. 
The  dread  and  envy  of  them  all. 
Rule  Britannia,  &c. 

Still  more  majeftic  fhalt  thou  rife, 
More  dreadful,  from  each  foreign  iiroke ; 
More  dreadful,  from  each  foreign  flroke  ; 
As  the  loud  blaft  that — loud  bkft  that  tear  the  fkies, 
Serve  but  to  root  the  native  oak. 
Rule  Britannia,  iyc. 

The  haughty  tyrants  ne'er  fhall  tame. 
All  their  attempts  to  bend  thee  down, 
All  their  attempts  to  bend  thee  down, 
Will  but  aroufe  thy — aroufe  thy  gen'rous  flame. 
But  work  their  woe,  and  thy  renown-. 
Rule  Britannia,  &c. 

To  thee  belongs  the  rural  reign  ; 

cities  mall  with  commerce  mine, 
I . /-  cities  (hall  with  commerce  mine  ; 
And  thine  fhall  be.  the — mall  be  the  iubjecl:  main  %' 
And  ev'ry  fhorejt  circles,  thine. 
Rule  Britannia,  &~c. 

The  Mufes  flill  with  freedom  found. 
Shall  to  thy  happy  coafls  repair, 
Shall  to  thy  happy  coafts  repair  : 

Bleflifle !  with  matchlefs — -with matchlefsbeauty  crown'dj. 
And  manly  hearts  to  guard  the  Fair. 
Rule  Britannia!  fcfo 


MISCELLANY.  211 

SONG     CX. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

WHEN  earth's  foundation  firft  was  laid, 
By  the  Almighty  Ar tilt's  hand, 
By  the  Almighty  ArtifVs  hand, 
'Twas  then  our  perfect — our  perfect  laws  were  made* 
Eitablim'd  by  his  flri&  command.  _ 

Hail !  myfterious — hail  !  glorious  Mafonry, 
That  makes  us  ever  great  and  free. 

As  man  throughout  for  fhelter  fought, 
In  vain  from  place  to  place  did  roam, 
In  vain  from  place  to  place  did  roam, 
Until  from  heaven — from  heaven  he  was  taught 
To  plan,  to  build,  and  fix  his  h©me. 
Hail !  mytienous,  £jV. 

From  hence  illuftrlous  rofe  our  art, 
And  now  it's  beauteous  piles  appear, 
And  now  it's  beauteous  piles  appear, 
Which  mail  to  endlefs — to  endlefs  time  impart, 
How  worthy  and  hew  great  we  are. 
Hail !   myfterious,  &c. 

Nor  we,  lefs  fam'd  for  ev'ry  tye, 
By  which  the  human  thought  is  bound, 
By  which  the  human  thought  is  bound, 
Love,  truth,  and  friendlhip— -and  friendfhip  focially^ 
Doth  join  our  hearts  and  hands  around. 
Hail !  myfterious,  &'c. 

«  Our  anions,  ftill  by  virtue  bleft, 
And  to  our  precepts  ever  true, 
And  to  our  precepts  ever  true, 
The  world  admiring,— admiring,  mail  requeft 
To  learn,  and  our  bright  paths  purfue. 

Hail  !  myllerioLis — hail  !  glorious  Mafomyj. 
That  makes  us  great,  and  good,  and  free. 


212  THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     CXI. 

NO  BODY. 


>■! — h_. __*. „_& 


^:-:d:ri:tx:M:3:±:i::fiiz_±:t:ztrc::fi 

If  to    force  me    to    ling,  it     be    your  inten- 

^zz__yz:iv_gz^z|zz:£?zt±:^Z-_ zg;z^:. 

tion,  Some  one  I  will  hint  at,  yet     no    body  men- 


aprtepq 


hFSF  ®— ^4^^P-z;s.z^z  :     zpzezzLzi  zzzjz 

tion,  no  body,  you'll  cry,  pmaw,  that  muft  be  Huff,. 

^S:^iz:zziz=&z^:iK:^z^.-Ezd:x 

m~zzm±iztz±z±z±rj±:±z±z±z±± 


zizi  _fz_Sz_:z~_z^::it  :?z  xzM:  z^ 

at  finging    I'm    no   body,  That's  thi.  firft  proof. 

Chcrus. 

Kj^:S:j^z^^d!3:zzi^:i^zzi3z:^:j 

No,  no   body,         No,  no -body,  No   body, 


— fcrb~^      ~  s? — 

no   body,    no  body,  aa 


MISCELLANY,  2  I  3. 

No  body's  a  name  every  body  will  own., 
When  fonaething  they  ought  to  be  afham'd  of  have  done  ; 
JTis  a  name  well  apply* d  to  old  maids  and  young  beaus, 
What  they  were  intended  for,  no  body  knows. 
No,  no  body,  &e. 

If  negligent  fervants  mould  china-plate  crack, 
The  fault  is  (till  laid  on  poor  no  body's  back  ; 
If  accidents  happen  at  home  or  abroad, 
When  no.  body's  blam'd  for  it,  is  not  that  odd  } 
No,  no  body,  £sV. 

No  body  can  tell  you  the  pranks  that  are  play'd, 
When  no  body's  by,  betwixt  mailer  and  maid  : 
She  gently  crys  out,  Sir,  they'll  fome  body  hear  us, 
He  foftly  replies,  my  dear,  no  body's  near  us. 
No,  no  body,  &e. 

But  big  with  child  proving,  flic's  quickly  difcarded, 
When  favours  are  granted,  no  body's  rewarded  ; 
And  when  ihe's  examin'd,  crys,  mortals,  forbid  it, 
If  I'm  got  with  child,  it  was  no  body  did  it. 
No,  no  body,  iffc. 

When  by  Health  the  gallant  the  wanton  wife  leaves, 
The  hufband  affrighten'd,  and  thinks  it  is  thieves  ; 
He  roufes  himfelf,  and  crys  loudly,  Who's  there  ? 
The  wife  pats  his  cheek,  and  fays,  no  body,  dear. 
No,  no  body,  &c. 

Enough  now  of  no  body,  fure  has  been  fung, 
Since  no  body's  mention'd^  nor  no  body's  wrong'd; 
I  hope,  for  free  fpeaking,'!  may  not  be  blam'd, 
Since  no  body's  injur'd,  nor  no  body's  nam'd* 
No,  no  body,  Sjfei 


THE   MUSICAL 


£ 


.     SONG     CXU. 

THE  MAID  IN  BEDLAM. 

ztxi3zz#iz^i£i2pE~^"~ 


i 


fei@p££ 


1 


One  morning,  very    eay-ly ;    one  morning,    in 

^s|±:^gE§EEEEE335E 


the  fpring,  I  heard  a  maid  in  Bedlam,  who  mourn- 


i. r^ £_*  @L__  _ _ _«_  P*   f 

-pizH-p-  _r|::^:^g-pz:gzpz 


ful-ly  did  fing,  Her  chains  me  rattl'd  on  her  hands 


while  fweetly  thus  fungfhe,  I  love  my  love-becaufe 


PS 


P 


PIC 


a 


I  know,  my  love   lovea  me. 

Oh  !  cruel  were  his  parents,  who  fent  my  love  to  fea  ; 
And  crue),  cruel,  was  the  fhip,  that  bore  my  love  from  me, 
Yet  I  love  his  parents.,  fmce  they're  his,  although  they've 
ruin'd  me. 

For  I  love  my  love,  £sV. 


« 

MISCELLANY*  2T5 

O  !   fhould  it  pleafe  the  pitying  paw'rs,  to  call  me  to 
the  iky, 
I'd  claim,  a  guardian  angel's  charge  around  my  love  to  fly, 
For  to  guard  him  from  all  dangers,  how  happy  mould 
I  be? 

For  I  love  my  love,  tffc. 

I'll  make  a  ftrawy  garland,  I'll  make  it  wondrous  fine, 
With  rofes,  lillies,  dallies,  I'll  mix  the  eglantine  : 
And  I  willprefent  it  to  my  love,   when  he  returns  from 
fea. 

For  I  love  my  love,  &c. 

O  if  I  were  a  little  bird,  to  build  upon  his  breaft  ; 
Or  if  I  were  a  nightingale,  to  fing  my  love  to  reil; 
To  gaze  upon  his  lovely  eyes,   all  my  reward  mould  be. 
For  I  love  my  love,  £sV. 

O  if  I  were  an  eagle,  to  foar  into  the  fky, 
.I'd  gaze  around,    with  piercing  eyes,   where    I  my  love 

might  fpy: 
But  ah  !  unhappy  maiden,  that  love  yo«  ne'er  (hall  fee. 
Yet  I  love  my  love,  SsV. 

Whilft  thus  fhe  fung,  lamenting,  her  love  was  come  on 

more, 
He  heard  fhe  was  in  Bedlam  :  then  did  he  afk  no  more; 
But  flraight  he  flew  to  find  her,  while  thus  replied  he  : 
I  love  my  love,  £sV. 

O  Sir,  do  not  affright  me :  are  you  my  love,  or  not  ? 
Yes,  yes,  my  dearefl  Molly  ;  I  fear'd  I  was  forgot. 
But  now  I'm  come  to  make  amends  for  all  your  injury, 
And  I  love  my  love,  &c. 


-l6  THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     CXIII. 

GRAMACHREE  MOLLY. 
To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

AS  down  on  Banna's  banks   I  ilray'd,   one  evening 
;  in  May,    ,  '  g 

The  little  birds,  in  bly theft  notes,  made  vocal  ev'ry  fpray: 
They  fung  their  little   notes    of   love  ;  they  fung  them 
o'er  and  o'er. 
Ah  !  gramachree,  mo  challeenouge,  mo  Molly  aftore. 

The  daily  pied,    and  all  the  fweets  the  dawn  of  nature 

yields  ; 
The  primrofe  pale,  the  vi'let  blue,  lay  fcatter'd  o'er  the 

fields  ; 
Such  fragrance  in  the  bofom  lies,  of  her  whom  I  adore. 
Ah  !  gramachree,  &c. 

I  laid  me  down  upon  a  bank,  bewailing  my  fad  fate, 
That  doom'd  me  thus  the  {lave  of  leve,   and  cruel  Mol- 
ly's hate. 

How^  can  fhe  break  the  honeft  heart,  that  wears  her  in    j 
it's  core  i 

Ah  !  gramachree,  &c. 

Ycu  fa'd  you  lov'd  me,  Molly  dear;  ah  !  why  did  I  be-  % 

lieve  ? 
Yea,  who  could  think  fuch  tender  words  were  meant  but 

to  deceive  ? 
That  love  was  all  I   afk'd  on  earth  ;  nay  heav'n  could 

give  no  more. 

Ah  !  gramachree,  &c. 


MISCELLANY.  21 7 

Oh!  had  I  all  the  flocks  that  graze  on  yonder  yellow  hill, 
Or  low'd  for  me  the   num'rous  herds,  that  yon   green 

paftures  fill, 
With  her  I  love  I'd  gladly  fhare  my  kine  and  fleecy  ftore, 
Ah  !  gramachree,  &c. 

Two  turtle  doves,   above  my  head,  fat  courting  on   a 

bough, 
I  envy'd  them  their  happinefs  to  fee  them  bill  and  coo  ; 
Such  fondnefs  once  for  me  (he  fhew'd,  but  now,  alas  ! 

'tis  o'er, 

Ah!   gramachree,  &c. 

Then,  fare  thee  well,   my  Molly  dear  ?  thy  lofs  I   ft  ill 

(hall  moan, 
Whilft  life  remains  in  Strephon's  heart,  'twill  beat  for 

thee  alone. 
Tlio'  thou  art  falfe,  mayheav'n  on  thee  it's  choiceft  blef- 

lings  pour ! 

Ah  !  gramachree,  £f?V. 

SONG     CXIV. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

HAD  laheart  for  falfehood  fram'd,  I  ne'er  could  in- 
jure you  ; 
For  tho'  your  tongue  no  promife  claim'd,  your  charms 

wou'd  make  me  true, 
To  you  no  foul  fhall  bear  deceit,  no  flranger  offer  wrong; 
But  friends  in  all  the  ag'd  you'll  meet,  and  lovers  in  the 
young. 

But  when  they  learn  that  you  have  blefs'd  another  with 

your  heart, 
They'll  bid  afpiring  paffion  reft,  and  ad  a  brother's  part, 
Then,  lady,  dread  not  their  deceit,  no  fear  to  fuffer  wrong; 
For  friends  in  all  the  ag'd  you'll  meet,  and  brothers  in 

the  young. 

T 


2l8 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     CXV. 
THE  BOTTLE. 


iisgngifii 


Whate'er  fquamifh  lovers    may  fay,     a       mif- 


iiililislgi 


trefs  I've  found  to   my  mind  ;   I    en-joy  her     by 


~E= 


night  and  by  day,  yet  flie  grows  ftill  more  lovely 


and    kind:  Of  her  beauties   I     ne-ver  am  cloy'd, 


^±itz±S 


I 


___-K_J*_ 


S=*3=&Sb= 


the'  I    conftantly  ftick  by  her    fide,  nor  defpife 
her  becaufe  fhe's  en  -  joy'd  by   a     legion  of   lo- 


¥ 


im 


igiiiiipi 


^ 


rsrsbe-fide  j  For  tho' thoufands  may  broach  her,. 


MISCELLANY. 


219 


-■%■- 


Air 


•■- 


^z^z 


may  broach  her,       may  broach  her,  By  Jove  I  fhall 


-P-T-W- 


g=i 


:sz!f:z 


EZ 


feci  neither  envy  nor  fplcen,- nor  jealous  can  prove 


:si: 


iggi^igfe^ 


of  the   miftrefs   I  love,  For  a    bottle, 

ipiilfii 


JMJM 


bottle,         a     bottle's  the  miftrefs     I     mean,  Nor 


3E 


jealous  can  prove  of  the  miftrefs  I  love,     for   a 


|ltiiilp=ilpli 


^~* 


-sa  3£ 


bottle,  a  bottle, 


a    bottle's  the  miftrefs 


I 


I  mean, 


Tij 


2  20  THE  MUSICAL 

Should,  I  try  to  defcribe  all  her  merit, 

With  her  praifes  I  ne'er  mould  have  done  5. 
She's  brimful  of  fweetnefs  and  fpirit, 

And  fparkles  with  freedom  and  fun  : 
Her  ftature's  majeftic  and  tall, 

And  taper  her  bofom  and  waift, 
Her  neck  long,  her  mouth  round  and  final], 
And  her  lips  how  delicious  to  taile  ! 
For  tho',  £2V. 

You  may  grafp  her  with  eafe  by  the  middle, 

To  be  open'd  how  vafi  her  delight, 
And  yet  her  whole  fex  is  a  riddle, 

You  never  can  flop  her  too  tight  ? 
When  your  inftrument  you  introduce, 

To  her  circle  and  magical  power, 
Pop  away  from  within  flies  the  juice, 

And  your  fenfes  are  drown'd  in  the  fhower. 
For  tho',  £9V. 

But  the  fweeteft  of  raptures  that  flow 

From  the  bountiful  charmer  I  prize, 
Is  fure  when  her  head  is  laid  low, 

And  her  bottom's  turn'd  up  to  the  fides  1 
Stand  to  her  and  fear  not  to  win  her, 

She'll  never  prove  peevifh  or  coy,    . 
And  the  farther  and  deeper  you're  in  her, 

The  fuller  me '11  fill  you  will  joy. 
For  tho',  &c. 

Thus  naked  and  clafp'd  in  my  arms, 

With  her  my  fweet  moments  I'd  fpend » 
And  revel  the  more  on  her  charms,    , 

When  I  fhare  her  delight  with  a  friend  ; 
To  divinity,  phytic,  or  law, 

Her  favours  I  never  (hall  grudge, 
Tho'  each  night  fhe  may  make  a  faux  pas 

With  the  bifhop,  the  do&or,  or  judge, 
For  tho',  6V. 


Affe&uofo. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     CXVI. 

JAMIE  GAY. 


221 


ji^^B 


As    Jaraie  Gay  gae'd  blythe  his    way,  A- 


-m 


long  the   banks     of      Tweed,  A     bon  -  ny  lafs 


gf^PfS^ffl 


as     e  -  ver  was,  came    tripping  o'er  the 

liiifliiiil 

mead.  The  hear  -  ty  fwain,  un  -  taught 


to         feign  -  -  ,    the    buxom     nymph     fur- 
■%■- -j^-j ~-f"* 1 H-T— -~ var^- — 

'w — ; — ^4— i — h* — r-H-H-H*-^-  "pi-*-— 


vey'd  ;  and,    full    of  glee,    as     lad    could      be, 


rflliipii 


be-fpoke         the     blooming     maid. 
Tiij 


2  22  THE  MUSICAL 

. 
Dear  Iaffie,  tell,  why  by  thy-fell 

Thou  lonely  wander' it  here  ? 
My  ewes,  me  cry 'd,  are  ftraying  wide  %. 

Canit  tell  me,  laddie,  where  ? 
To  town  I  hie,  he  made  reply, 

Some  pleafmg  fport  to  fee  : 
But  thou'rt  fo  neat,  fo  trim,  fo  fweet, 

I'll  feek  thy  ewes  with  thee. 

She  gave  her  hand,  nor  made  a  Hand  ; 

But  lik'd  the  youth's  intent  : 
O'er  hill  and  dale,  o'er  plain  and  vale, 

Right  merrily  they  went. 
The  birds  fang  fweet,  the  pair  to  greet, 

And  flow'rets  bloornM  around  ; 
And  as  they  walk'd,  of  love  they  talk'd, 

And  lovers  joys  when  crown'd. 

And  now  the  fun  had  rofe  to  noon, 

The  zenith  of  his  power, 
When,  to  the  (hade,  their  fteps  they  made.,  _ 

To  pafs  the  mid-day  hour. 
The  bonny  lad  row'd  in  his  plaid, 

The.  lafs,  who  fcorii'd  to  frown  :, 
She  fcton  forgot  the  ewes  fhe  fought* 

And  he  to  gang  to  town. 


MISCELLANY. 


223 


SONG     CXVIL 

ALL  YE  WHO  WOU'D  WISH. 


ifa 


feEz:f:zE±:fcixE~:t:Ezpz 


All  ye  who  wou'd  with  to  fucceed  with   a   lafs, 


w  the  affair's,  to     be  d 


learn  how  the  affair's,  to     be  done  ;  For  if 


you  Hand  fooling  and  fhy,like  an  afs,  you'll  loofe 


Hg^il 


her,       loofe  her,  You'll  loofe  her,    as  fure    as  a 


p---^ 


I: 


g, 


With  whining,  and  fighing,  and  vows,  and  all  that, 

As  far  as  you  pleafc  you  may  run  ; 
She'll  hear  you,  and  jeer  you,  and  give  you  a  pat? 

But  jilt  you,  jilt  you, 
She'll  jilt  you,  as  fure  as  a  guru 


224 


THE  MUSICAL 


To  worftiip,  and  call  her  bright  goddefs  is  fine, 
But  mark  you  the  confequence,  mum  : 

The  baggage  will  think  herfelf  realy  divine, 
And  fcorn  you,  fcorn  you, 

She'll  fcorn  you  as  fure  as  a  gun. 

Then  be  with  a  maiden  bold,  frolic,  and  Rout, 

And  no  opportunity  fhun  ; 
She'll  tell  you  me  hates  you,  and  fwear  fhe'll  cry  out. 

But  mum — mum — 
But  mum — fhe's  as  fure  as  a  gun. 


SONG     CXVIII. 
HE  STOLE  MY  TENDER  HEART  AWAY. 


jrw—  z  zsMzt  zr~pr  ~f  "krP~~f  rz^zn 

The  fields  were  green^the  hills  were  gay,    and 


^msm 


-p^r 


birds  were  fmging  on  each  fpray,Whtn  Colin  met 
me     in  the  grove,  and  told  me  tender  tales     of 


MISCELLANY. 


225 


fc=£r 


ih-^- 


=j=:j=j|:fe:±rp 


3*3 

love     Was  ever  fwaln  fo  blythe  as  he,     fo  kind, 


HpiiSiSiiii 


fo  faithful,     and     fo  free,  in     fpite  of  all     my 


±z 


nx»3^i 


^pEg=g^p 


friends  cou'd  fay,young  Colin  dole  my  heart  away,  in 


R^ffH^4Mffi 


fpite  of  all  my  friends  cou'd  fay,  young  Colin  ftole  my 


^feer 


heart  away. 


When  ere  he  trips  the  meads  along, 
He  fweetly  joins  the  woodlark's  fong  \ 
And  when  he  dances  on  the  green, 
There's  none  fo  blythe  as  Colin  feen  : 
If  he's  but  by  I  nothing  fear, 
For  I  alone  am  all  his  care  ; 


226  THE  MUSICAL 

Then  fpite  of  all  my  friends  can  fay, 
He's  Hole  my  tender  heart  away. 

My  mother  chides  when  ere  I  roam, 
And  feems  furpris'd  I  quit  my  home  : 
But  fhe'd  not  wonder  that  I  rove, 
Did  (he  but  feel  how  much  I  love  ; 
Full  well  I  know  the  gen'rous  fwain, 
Will  never  give  my  bofom  pain  ; 
Then  fpite  of  all  my  friends  can  fay, 
He's  ftole  my  tender  heart  away. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     CXIX. 
THE  YOUNG  MAN's  WISH. 


227 


^ii^lliilllllli 


Free  from    the    bailie,  care,  and  ftrife,  Of  this 


ftM^ 


fhort  va  -  rie  -  ga  -  ted  life,  O  let  me  fpend  my  days, 


-t\ — u-^-U m-h- — &* 


la   rural  fweetnefs   wij:h     a     friend,  To  whom  my 


r* 


mind  I  may  unbend,  Nor cenfure, heed  or     praife. 


•jr##g  j-- 1- — ziSizqzzzzip: 


Nor  cenfure,  heed,  or     praife. 

I    Riches  bring  cares— -I  afk  not  wealth, 
Let  me  enjoy  but  peace  and  health, 

I  envy  not  the  great ; 
'Tis  thefe  alone  can  make  me  bled, 
The  riches  take  of  eafL  and  weft, 

I  claim  not  thefe  or  Hate, 


228  THE  MUSICAL 

Tho'  not  extravagant  nor  near, 

But  through  the  well  fpent  checker'd  year. 

I'd  have  enough  to  live; 
To  drink  a  bottle  with  a  friend, 
Affift  him  in  diftrefs,  ne'er  lend, 

But  rather  freely  give. 

I  too  would  w!fh,  to  fvveeten  life, 
A  gentle,  kind,  good  natur'd  wife, 

Young  fenfible  and  fair, 
One  who  could  love  but  me  alone, 
Prefer  my  cot  to  e'er  a  throne, 

And  footh  my  every  care. 

Thus  happy  with  my  wife  and  friend, 
My  life  I  cheerfully  would  fpend, 

With  no  vain  thoughts  opprefl  ; 
If  heav'n  has  blifs  for  me  in  ftore, 
O  grant  me  this,  I  afk  no  more, 

And  I  am  truly  bled. 


MISCELLANY 


22Q 


S  O  N  G     CXX. 
THE  THING. 


■*?■ — Jmr- ;      "' — w t"M 

Fine   fong iters  apologies    too  often     ufe,   when 

^=zpz:^z[zr[irhzt=:i:[izz=:li:±:Hz:fezb= 

call'd  on  I'm  ready  to    fmg  ;     With  hums,  or- with 

^zz[=z£=fiiz:tp 


:z»: 


rzzgzp: 


^-rf-P-rr 


V b- 


haws  ne'er  attempt  to  refufe,  And  egad,  Sirs,  .I'll 

iiillllSllii§ 


give  you  the  thing,  thethhig.andegad.Sirs.I'Hgive 


3 


:izgzff  J' 


you  the  things . 


Conceited  our  beaux  arm  in  arm  walk  the  ftreet, 

In  idlenefs  take  their  full  fwirlg  ; 
Each  levels  his  glafs,  when  a  lady  they  meet. 

And  if  handfome,  they  fwear  (he's  the  thing. 


U 


0.$®  THE  MUSICAL 

Thus  at  Smithfield,  the  Jocky  his  nag  will  commend, 
What  a  fhape,  why  he's  fit 'for  the  king  ; 

He's  found,  wind  and  limb,  on  the  word  of  a  friend, 
And  for  fpirits — he's  really  the  thing. 

With  fmile  of  felf-intereft,  the  landlord  imparts, 

Butt-entire  I  always  do  bring  ; 
Old  Hingo,  I  draw,  that  will  cherifh  your  hearts, 

And  in  flavour  indeed  'tis  the  thing. 

See  Jenny  with  Jocky  to  playhoufe  repair, 

Mifs  Brent  to  hear  warble  and  fing  ; 
Pretenders  to  mufic  they  praife  ev'ry  air, 

With  I  vow  and  proteft  (lie's  the  thing. 

The  fportfman  with  joy  views  the  hare  in  full  fpeed, 

In  ecftacy  hears  the  fky  ring; 
With  cry  of  the  hounds,  and  of  each  neighing  fleed, 

And  in  tranfport  he  cries  'tis  the  thing. 

* 
The  prude  her  own  perfon  confults  in  the  glafs, 

Admiring  her  finger  and  ring  ; 
Then  concludes  that  her  beauty  all  others  furpafs, 

And  that  man  muft  confefs  file's  the  thing. 

Jack  Tar  full  of  glee  to  the  garden  wiliftroll, 
In  fearch,  Sirs,  of  fomething  like  1 — g  ; 

There  boards  on  Moll  Jenkins,  and  fwears  by  his  foul, 
She's  rig'd  fore  and  aft,  quite  the  thing. 

The  parfon  well  pleas'd  trims  the  fmoaking  Sir  Loin, 

And  flyly  leers  at  the  pudding  ; 
Lordblefs  me,  he  cries,  how  nobly  I  dine, 

O  pudding  and  beef  is  the  thing. 

But  clafp'd  in  the  arms  of  a  good  natur'd  pair, 

With  mutual  embraces  we  cling  ; 
That  enjoyment  alone  difpelis  ev'ry  care, 

Which  you  all  muft  allow  is  the  thing. 


-m- 


MISCELLANY.  23 1 

SONG     CXXI. 
THE  BRITISH  GRENADIERS. 

jz  ;  "[~t"Z"z"~_r — I — 1  ui~  * 


Some  talk   of  Alexandt 


d  lome  of  Hercu- 


1 


les,     of  Conon,  and  Lyfander,  and  feme  Miltia- 


:^J-iz:p=:±=^: 


-# 


:±3t3= 


des ;  but  of  all  the  world's  brave  heroes,  there's  none 


■m- r#— 


FW 


h N 


svt~h — rwz  "sf — iTrirT^Ti 


^ij-^-Ffl^j 


that    can  compare,  with  a  tow,  row,  row,  row,  row,  to 

Chorus. 

'   jit — *§--?&  as--Te~ — S£p— 4&-I —  ' 


::o 


!±: 


:z=p:±F::^:Tp^z^T:[z:^z:pzz{=: 


— ter 


the  Britim    grenadiers.   But  of  all  the  world'sbrave 

-S    -§ 


^"k"j; — j-~ ~fc~~ 


.T~^^pZL^zpixiipz:zjEi^T:P:z 


heioesj  there's  none  that  can  compare,  with  a  tow 


gg-f^p|E:gE=:b|±:^rE:g|g| 

row,  row3  row,  row,   to  the    Britim    grenadiers, 
Uij 


232  THE   MUSICAL 

None  of  thofe  ancient  heroes  e'er  faw  a  eannon  ball. 
Or  knew  the  force  of  powder  to  flay  their  foes  withal  5 
But  our  brave  boys  do  know  it,~and'baniih'  all  their  fears-, 
With  a  tow,  row,  row,  row,  row,  the  Britim  grenadiers. 
But  our  brave  boy?,   £5r. 

When  e'er  we  are  commanded  to  florm  the  palifad.es, 
Our  leaders  march  with  fa  fees  and  we  with  hand  grenades 
We  throw  them  from  the  glacis  about  our  enemies  ears, 
With  a  tow,  row,  row,- row,  row.,  the  Britifh  grenadiers* 
We  throw  them,  &c. 

The  god  of  war  was  pleafed,  and  great  Bellona  fmiles. 
To  fee  thefe  noble  heroes,  of  our  Britifh  ifles  ; 
And  all  the  gods  celeftial,  defcending  from  their  fpheres, 
"Beheld  with  admiration  the  Britifh  Grenadiers. 
And  all  the  goods  celeftal,  &c. 

Then  let  us  crown  a  bumper,  and  drink  a  health  to  thofr , 
Who  carry  caps  and  pouches  that  wearthe  louped  cloaths, 
May  they  arid  theif  commanders,  live  happy  all  their  years, 
With  a  tow,  row,  row,  row,  row,  the  Britifh  grenadiers*  j 
May  they- and  their  commanders.,  £sV. 


MISCELLANY. 

SONG     CXXII. 

ONE  BOTTLE  MORE. 


_h K,  . 


Afiift  me  ye  lads,  who  have  hearts  void  of  guile, 


"rtlrUli^ 


-j 

to     fing  in    the    praifes  of  old  Ireland's    iflej 


SPfct£i^£f:g 


"Where   true    ho-fpi-ta-li-ty      o-pens     the    door, 


And  friendihip    detains  us  for  one  bottle     more, 


"■*-  '■  HP-         i-  __^"|S 


one  bottle       more,  arrah,  one    bottle  more,    And 

:q=n: 


■fe4==? 


.zzzwzw 


friendihip  detains,     us  for  one  bottle,  more. 
U  iij 


2-34  THE  MUSICAL 

Old  England,  your  taunts  on  our  country  forbear  ; 
With  our  bulls,  and  our  brogues,  we  are  true  andfincere, 
For  if  but  one  bottle  remain'd  in  our  ft  ore, 
We  have  generous  hearts,  to  give  that  bottle  more". 

In  Candy's,  in  Church- ftreet,  I'll  fing  of  a  fett 
Of  fix  Irim  blades  who  together  had  met  ; 
Four  bottles  a  piece  made  us  call  for  our  fcore. 
And  nothing  remained  but  one  bottle  more. 

Our  bill  being  paid,  we  were  loath  to  depart, 
For  friendfhip  had  grappled  each  man  by  the  heart ; 
Where  the  leaft  touch  you  know  makes  an  Irimman  roar 
And  the  whack  from  fhilella,  brought  fix  bottles  more. 

Slow  Phoebus  had  {hone  thro'  our  window  fo  bright. 
Quite  happy  to  view  his  bleft  children  of  light, 
So  we  parted,  with  hearts  neither  forry  nor  fore, 
Refolving  next  night  to  drink  twelve  bottle  more. 


MISCELLANY.  235 

SONG     CXXIII. 

Tune- — Ally  Croaker — Page  20< 


o- 


THRO'  the  fiery  flames  of  love,  I'm  in  a  fad  taking, 
I'm  fmock'd  like  a  hog-,  that's  hung  up  for  bacon, 
My  ilomach  'tis  fcorch'd,Iike  an  over-done  mutton-chop, 
That  of  good  gravie,  wont  yield  you  one  Angle  drop. 
O  love,  love,  love  is  like  a  giddinefs, 
That  wont  let  a  poor  man  gang  about  his  bufinefs. 

My  great  guts,  and  little  guts,  is  burnt  to  a  cinder  ;     * 
As  a  hot  burning-glafs,  burns  a  difhclout  to  tinder, 
As  cheefe,  by  a  hot  falamander  is  toaiied, 
By  the  beauty  of  your  cheeks,  like  mutton  I  am  roafted, 
O  love,  &c. 

Come  all  you  young  men,  who  after  ladies  dandle, 
I'm  girlt  like  a  duck's-foot,  fing'd  over  a  candle, 
By  this,  and  by  'tother,  I  m  treated  uncivil, 
Like  a  gizard  I  am  pepper' d,  and  then  made  a  DsviL 
Olove,  £sV, 


236 


THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     CXXIV. 

TWEED  SIDE. 


2t— l: 


Sillliiliii 


What   beauties    does  Flora    dif  -  clofe,  How 


^te&EEBE 


i 


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t: 


EitiggfePg 


li 


-?         fweet  are  her  imiles  up- on  Tweed, yet    Mary's 

-t>— 


^ 


J  flill  fweet- er  than    thofe,  both    na-ture     and 


mmmw^M 


fan  -  cy    ex  -  ceed.  No       daify,     nor 


•     9    W    9 


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37 


^  fweet  blufhing    rofe,  nor        all  the  gay  flow'rs 

====:fc:czUz:i~zjiDa-:±^z:^:u-:iy=: 


z:d  ±z&-zPzr  ~t±z^ 


3QH! 


:ki 


EIEEEE 


-r^.'> 


SB 


cf  the  field,  Nor    Tweed  ^gliding    gent  -  ly 

■It 


-&■. 


thro'  thofe,  fech  beau-ty  and     pleafure    does 

IIlZZIIlZZJIZXZ" ' 


: £EI-h-EExE-Zb_?_:x :jz: 


^c. 


ield. 


:r: 


238     "  THE   MUSICAL 


The  warblers  are  heard  in  the  grove, 

The  linnet,  the  lark,  and  the  thrum, 
The  blackbird  and  fweet  cooing  dove, 

Witli  inline  enchant  every  bum. 
Come,  let  us  go  forth  to'the  mead, 

Let  us  fee  how  the  primrofes  fpring  ; 
We'll  lodge  in  fome  village  on  Tweed, 

And  love  while  the  feather'd  folks  fmg3 

How  does  my  love  pafs  the  lang  day  ? 

Does  Mary  not  tend  a  few  fheep  ? 
Do  they  never  carlefsly  {tray, 

While  happily  fhe  lies  aileep  ? 
Tweed's  murmurs  mould  lull  her  afleep  ; 

Kind  nature  indulging  my  blifs, 
To  relieve  the  fa  ft  pains  of  my  breaft, 

I'd  ileal  an  ambrofial  kifs, 

JTis  Ihe  does  the  virgin  excel, 

No  beauty  with  her  may  compare  ; 
Love's  graces  around  her  do  dwell  : 

She's  faireft  where  thoufands  are  fair. 
Say,  charmer,  where  do  the  flocks  flray, 

Oh  !  tell  me  at  noon  where  they  feed  ; 
Shall  I  feek  them  on  fweet  winding  Tav» 

Or  the  pleafanter  banks  of  the  Tweed, 


MISCELLANY.  239 

* 

'      SONG     CXXV. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

WHEN  Maggy  and  me  were  acquaint, 
1  carry 'd  my  .noddle  fu'  hie, 
Nae  lintwhite  on  all" the  gay  plain, 
Nor  goudfpiuk  fae  bonny  as  {he. 
I  whittled,  I  pip'd,  and  I  fang, 

I  woo'd,  but  I  came  nae  great  fpeed,    ''0 
Therefore  I  maun  wander  abroad, 
And  lay  my  banes  over  the  Tweed. 

To  Maggy  my  love  I  did  tell, 

Saut  tears  did  my  paliion  exprefs  ; 
Alas  !    for  I  lo'ed  her  o'er  well, 

And  the  women  lo'ed  fie  a  man  lefs. 
Her  heart,  it  was  frozen  and  cauld, 

Her  pride  had  my  ruin  decreed, 
Therefore  I  will  wander  abroad, 

And  lay  my  banes  far  f'rae  the  Tweed. 


240 


THE   MUSICAL 


■§T 


-r 


SONG     CXXVI. 

FOUR  AND  TWENTY  FIDDLERS. 

Four  and  twenty  fid  -  lers  all  on  a  row,  Four  and 
twenty  fid  -  lers   all  on    a    row,  there  was  fiddle  fad- 


die  fiddle  and  my    double  damme  femi   quible  down 


fc=!zi5Tr!r^:J::r| 


_7~~"~i"¥^;"~T' 


below. 


It  is     my     lady's       holiday,  there- 


fore let  us  be  mer-  ry. 


2  Four  and  twenty  drummers  all  on  a  row,  there  was  hey 

rub  a  dub  ho  rub  a  dub  fiddle  faddle,  &c. 

3  Four'and  twenty  trumpeters  all  on  a  row,   there  wa3 

tantara  rara  tantara  vera  hey  rub  a  dub,  &c. 

4  Four  and  twenty  coblers  all  on  a  row,  there  was  flab 

awlandcoblerandcobler  andftabawl  tantara  rera,  &c* 


MISCELLANY.  24I 

5  Four  and  twenty  fencing  matters  all  on  row,  there  was 

pufti  carte  and  teirce  down  at  heel  cut  him  acrofs, 
flab  -awl  and  cobler,  &c, 

6  Four  and  twenty  captains  all  on  a  row,  there  was  Oh  ! 

d— n  me  kickhim  down  Hairs  nufh  carte  and  teirce,^. 

7  Four  twenty  parfons  all  on  a  row,  there  was  Lord 

have  mercy  upon  us,  O  !  d — n  me  kick  him  down 
flairs,   &c. 

8  Four  and  twenty  taylors all  on  arow,  one  caught  aloufe, 

another  let  it  loofe  and  another  cried  knock  him  down 
with  the  goofe,  Lord  have  merey  upon  us,  £sfc. 

9  Four  and  twenty  barbers  all  on  a  row,   there  was  bag 

whigs,  mort  bobs,  toupees,  long  ques,  fhave  for  a 
penny,  Oh  d — n'd  hard  times  two  ruffles  and  ne'er 
a  fhirt,  one  caught  a  loufe,  &*V. 

do  Four  and  twenty  Quakers,  all  on  a  row,  there  was 
Abraham  begat  Ifaac,  and  Ifaac  begat  Jacob,  and 
Jacob  peopled  the  twelve  tribes  of  lirael,  with  bag 
wigs,  fhort  bobes,  toupees,  long  ques,  (have  for  a 
penny,  Oh  d — n'd  hard  times  two  ruffles  and  ne'er 
a  fhirt,  one  caught  a  loufe,  another  ler  it  loofe,  and 
another  cried  knock  him  down  with  the  goofe,  Lord 
have  mercy  upon  us,  Oh  d—n  me  kick'him  down 
flairs,  pufli  carte  and  teirce,  down  at  heel  cut  him 
acrofs,  flab  awl  and  cobler,  and  cobler  and  flab  awl, 
tantara  rera,  tantara  rera,  hey  rub  a  dub,  ho  rub  a 
dub,  fiddle  faddle  riddle  and  my  double  damme  ferm 
quibble  down  below,  It  is  my  lady's  holiday,  there- 
fore let  us  be  merry. 


X 


1\%  ,    THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     CXXVII. 

THE  LASS  OF  PEATIE's  MILL. 


The     Iafs  of     Peatie's     mill,       So    bon 


isii^r-aS — t^iX- |~4f — P-r^-M — f 

-gK-LI ilJE_3..-iJ.^ "^^    '" 

ny     blythe    and   gay,    In     fpite    of     all     my 


fC±K, 


^riirr=^_inir:e: 


55 


_-i_sj±-kg~L— 


"igEgi 

fkill,    <  hath      Hole  my  heart   away 

[fllillliiiiii 


When 


F~^S£E& 


- 


ggg^ig^^jg^gE 


tedding  of     the    hay 


bare  -  headed       on 


L 


MISCELLANY. 


243 


^^"^j^^^^^-^f: 


^  the    green,  Love  'midil  her     locks  did   play, 

j  §3  f  EEEjEsSzE  jE3EE£Ep5 


\ J--L 


And  wanton'd  in  her  een. 

3E 


- — f-s- — 


Her  arms,  white,  round,  and  fmooth  j 

Breafts  riling  in  their  dawn  ; 
To  age  it  would  give  youth, 

To  prefs  them  with  his  hand. 
Through  all  my  fpirits  ran 

An  extafy  of  blifs, 
When  I  fuch  fweetnefs  fand, 

Wrapt  in  a  balmy  kifs. 

Without  the  help  of  art, 

Like  flow'rs  which  grace  the  wild, 
Her  fweets  (he  did  impart, 

Whene'er  fhe  fpoke  or  fmil'd. 
Her  looks,  they  were  fo  mild, 

Free  from  affected  pride, 
She  me  to  love  beguil'd  j 

I  wifh'd  her  for  my  bride. 


Xij 


244 


THE  MUSICAL 


O  !  had  I  all  that  wealth 

Hoptouns  high  mountains  fill,, 
Infur'd  long  life  and  health, 

And  pleafure  at  my  will ; 
I'd  promife,  and  fulfil, 

That  none  but  bonny  fhe, 
The  iafs  of  Peatie's  mill, 

Should  (hare  the  fame  with  me. 


SONG     CXXVIIL 

FROM  THE  EAST  BREAKS  THE  MORN. 


-$& 


fcfi: 


b_ 


_.— zsz::~ik_g3 


From  the  eail  breaks  the  morn,  fee  the  fun  beams  a« 


sfizzr-Tr^ziz. 


isrjEr 


PHB 


~j§x:tm 


dom  The  wild  heath  and  the  mountains  fo  high, 


The  wild    heath  and  the  mountains  fo  high, 


x^_.:r_™_%5^_@ 


m 


Shrilly  opes  the  (launch  houud,  the  fteed  neighs  to 


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iglisii^ia 


the  found,  And  the  floods  and  the  valleys  re 


zzss^d. 


ply,  And  the  floods  and  the  valleys  re-ply. 


Our  forefathers,  fo  good, 
Prov'd  their  greatnefs  of  blood, 

By  encount'ring  the  pard  and  the  boar, 
Ruddy  health  bloom'd  the  face, 
Age  aad  youth  urg'd  the  chace, 

And  taught  woodlands  and  forefts  to  roar, 

Hence  of  noble  defcent, 

Hills  and  wilds  we  frequent, 
Where  the  bofom  of  nature's  reveal'd, 

Tho'  in  life's  bufy  day, 

Man  of  man  make  a  prey, 
Still  let  ours  be  the  prey  of  the  field. 

With  the  chace  in  full  fight, 
Gods  how  great  the  delight, 

How  our  mutual  fenfations  refine, 
Where  is  care,  where  is  fear, 
Like  the  winds  in  the  rear, 

And  the  mam's  loll  In  fomething  divine. 

Now  to  horfe,  my  brave  boys, 
Lo  each  pants  for  the  joys, 

That  anon  (hall  enliven  the  whole, 
-Then  at  eve  we'll  difmount, 
Toils  and  pleafures  recount, 

And  renew  the  chace  over  the  bowl. 
Xiii 


14& 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     CXXIX. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune, 

LET  gay  ones  and  great, 
Make  the  moft  of  their  fate, 
From  pleafure  to  pleafure  they  run> 
Well  who  cares  a  jot, 
I  envy  them  not, 
While  I  have  my  dog  and  gun. 

For  exercife  air 

To  the  field  I  repair, 
With  fpirits  unclouded  and  light  t 

The  bliffes  I  find' 

No  (lings  leave  behind, 
But  health  and  diverfion  unite. 


SONG     CXXX. 
RAIL  NO  MORE. 

^|^3:iJ:c^z-ZT==!.:=: 

if}' 


Rail  no  more,  ye  learned  affes,  ?Gainftthe  joys 


*$%- 


5335 


a: 


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±=t 


the  bowl  fupplies ;  Sound  it's  depth,  and  fill  your 


MISCELLANY. 


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*:*- 


J 


-#^-C— l--gj— — 1 — LI^— JLa — ^ 


#-*-= 


glaffes,  Wifdom  at  the  bottom  lies. 


Fill  them 


^^^^t^Ej^^ijjr  =^— j-j-: 


:^zi!z 


higher,  flill  and  higher;  Shallow  draughts  perplex 


the  brain;  Sipping  quenches  all  our      lire,     Bum- 


-^ 


i 


r"H 


mi:: 


-J-jl~ 


fr 


pers  light  it   up   agai 


zz3:t£Ezp:^z^i^E 


•  -  -  n.     Sipping  quenches  all  our  fire,  Bumpers 

izszEj: 


g^is 


iMiizztzJJ^ 


light  it  up     a  -  gain. 


248 


THE  MUSICAL 


Draw  the  fcene  for  wit  and  pleafure  ; 

Enter  jollity  and  joy  ; 
We  for  thinking  have  no  leifure  ; 

_  Manly  mirth  is  our  employ. 
Since  in  life  there's  nothing  certain, 

We'll  the  prefent  hour  engage  ; 
An4x  when  death  (hall  drop  the  curtain, 

With  applaufe  we'll  quit  the  ftage. 


-w-3S- 


SONG     CXXXI. 

THE  PLOWMAN. 


The   plowman   he's    a   bonny   lad,  his   mind 
is  e-ver  true,  O,  His  garters  tied  below  his  knee 


Chcrus. 


sX'zHzi.  :tz:tz  _rL:i  zz£i'  J  Jzfti~  Eirrij 


Lis    bonnet  it  is  blue,  O.         Then  up  wi't  a' 
my  plowman  lad,    O  hey,   the  merry  plowman,  gk. 


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gfefcBdErfc£jr 


a'  the  lads  that  e'er    I  faw,    commend  me  to  the 


plowman. 


As  I  was  walking  in  a  field, 
I  chanc'd  to  meet  a  plowman, 

I  told  him  I  would  learn  to  till, 
If  that  he  would  prove  true  man. 
Then  up  wi't  a',  £sV. 

He  faid,  my  dear,  take  you  no  fear. 
But  I  will  do  my  belt,  O  ! 

I'll  ftudy  for  to  pleafure  thee,      . 

As  I  have  done  the  reft,  O. 

Then  up  wi't  a\   £sV. 

My  oufen  they  are  flout  and  good, 
As  ever  labour'd  ground,  O  ! 

The  foremoft  ox  is  lang  and  fma% 
The  others  firm  and  round,  O. 
Then  up  wi't  a'  &c. 

So  he  with  fpeed  did  yoke  his  plough, 
And  with  a  gad  was  driven, 

But  when  he  came  between  the  (lilts, 
He  thought  he  was  in  heaven. 
Then  up  wi't  a',  &c. 


The  foremoft  ox  fell  in  a  fur, 
The  other's  then  did  founder, 


2-5°  THE  MUSICAL 

The  plowman  lad  he  breathlefs  grew, 
In  troth  it  was  nae  wonder. 
Then  up  wi't  a',  csV. 

Plowing   once  upon  a  hill, 

Below  there  was  a  ftane,  O  ! 
Which  gard  the  fire  flee  frae  the  foci:, 

The  plowman  gied  a  grane,  O  ! 
Then  up  wi't  a',  S& 

*TiS  I  have  tilled  mdkle  ground, 

I've  plowed  faugh  and  fallow, 
He  that  will  not  drink  the  plowman's  healthy 

Is  but  a  faucy  fellow. 
Then  up  wi't  a',  &c» 


¥ 


MISCELLANY. 


25  i 


SONG     CXXXII. 

COME  ON,  MY  BRAVE  TARS. 


&^^^^Z^Z''E^^~^^Z 


Kz^tE^r 


Come  on  my  brave  tars,  let's  away    to  the  wars, 


To  h( 


ind   glory   ad  -  vance  ; 


For 


now  we've  beat  Spain,  let  us  try  this  campaign,  To 


fc—Ts--- t— 


humble  the  pride  of  old  France,  my  brave  boys,  to  hum- 


m 


ib— r— 


gTP"""P'To~e- 


m 


J: 


ble    the  pride  of  old  France. 

See  William,  brave  prince, 

A  true  blue  ev'ry  inch, 
Who  will  honour  th*  illuftrious  name  : 

May  he  conqueror  be 

O'er  our  empire  the  fea, 
And  tranfmit  Britifh  laurels  to  fame, 
My  brave  boys,  &c. 


$52  THE  MUSICAL 

Three  heroes  combin'd, 

When  the  dons  they  could  find, 
Vied  who  fhould  be  foremoft  in  battle  ; 

By  no  lee  fhore  affrighted, 

Altho'  they're  benighted, 
They  made  Britifh  thunder  to  rattle, 
Brave  boys,  £sV. 

See  Dalrymple,  Prevoft, 

Gallant  Barrington  too, 
And  Fanner  who  glorioufly  fell  : 

With  brave  Pearfon,  all  knew 

That  the  hearts  of  true  blue, 
Once  rouz'd,  not  the  world  could  excell, 
My  brave  boys,   &c. 

With  fuch  heroes  as  thofe, 

Tho'  we've  numberlefs  foes, 
Britifh  valour  refplendant  mall  fhine  : 

And  we  flill  hope  to  fhow 

That  their  pride  will  be  low, 
In  eighty,  as  fam'd  fifty-nine, 
My  brave  boys,  &c. 

Then  brave  lads  enter  here, 

And  partake  of  our  cheer, 
You  (hall  feaft  and  be  merry  and  ling  : 

With  the  grog  at  your  nofe, 

Drink  fuccefs  to  true  blues, 
Huzza  !  and  fay  God  fave  the  king, 
My  brave  boys,  &c. 


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S  O  N.G     CXXXIIL 

THE  FLOWERS  OF  EDINBURGH. 
Slow. 

My    love    was  once  a   bon  -  ny    lad,  he    was 

tr 

_ . IB"!-. -'«*--— '/ 


the   flower      of     all     his  kin,  the    abfence     of 

Jjmtssm .  —j—^-, — p< ike-— 


rZKZZt 


3E 


his   bon  -  ny  face,    has    rent    my     ten-  der  heart 


-ag — -^ -E-5a Ls;^— ^bwskal - ter — J- 


in  twain. 


I        day      nor    night      find 


TjjFjr ESHB&r- e- "-baa1 


no    delight,"    in        fi  -  lent  tears    I   ftill  com- 


=£ 


— -W-> 


'..'- 


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js 


plain,    and  exclaim  'gainft  thofe  my      rival     foes, 


that  hae  ta'en  from  me   my   darling  fwain. 


254  THE  MUSICAL 

Defpair  and  anguifh  fills  my  bread, 

Since  I  have  loll  my  blooming  rofe  ; 
I  figh  and  moan  while  others  reft, 

His  abfence  yield  me  no  repofe. 
To  feek  my  love  I'll  range  and  rove, 

Thro'  ev'ry  grove  and  diilant  plains 
Thus  I'll  ne'er  ceafe,  but  jpend  my  days, 

T'  hear  tidings  from  my  darling  fwain. 

There's  nothing  ft  range  in  nature's  change, 

.  Since  parents  (hew  fuch  cruelty  ; 
They  caus'd  my  love  from  me  to  range, 

And  knows  not  to  what  deftiny. 
The  pretty  kids  and  tender  lambs 

May  ceafe  to  fport  upon  the  plain  ; 
But  I'll  mourn  and  lament,  in  deep  difcontent, 

For  the  abfence  of  my  darling  fwain. 

Kind  Neptune,  let  me  thee  in  treat, 

To  fend  a  fair  and  pleafant  gale  ; 
Ycdolphins  fweet,  upon  me  wait, 

And  do  convey  me  on  your  tail. 
Heav'ns  blefa  my  voyage  with  fuccefs, 

While  croffing  of  the  raging  main, 
And  fend  me  fafc  o'er  to  that  diilant  more, 

To  meet  my  lovely  darling  fwain. 

All  joy  and  mirth  at  our  return 

Shall  then  abound  from  Tweed  to  Tay  ; 
The  bells  (hall  ring,  ancHweet  birds  fing, 

To  grace  and  crown  our  nuptial  day. 
Thus  blefs'd  with  charms  in  my  love's  arms, 

My  heart  once  more  I  will  regain  ; 
Then  I'll  range  no  more  to  a  diilant  more, 

But  in  love  will  enjoy  my  darling  fwain. 


MIS  CELL  \NY, 


*5S 


J  n 


CXXXIV. 


PLATO's  ADVICE. 


Says  Pla--to,  why  mould  man  be  vain  ?     Since 


.j_  ljk.  a— .ra .-;X — — d— — r— j— ? — h— t — — 1 — 


ss: 


■  __:p:x: — 5_._j_:xjr__^_^-u — L- 


9 

'€? H bm-— I b^" '**-— ,—- —  h ^-B*--r r^r 

bounteous  heav'r,  has  madehim  great,  Why  lookelhhewith 
a,         — -^ 

pE£:£E^rH'^:t±rE=i±3=:f=E± 

infolentdifdain  On  thofe  undeck'dwith  wealth  or  Rate? 

mrti' — r-T— r-f  #t   P mzie  "~ Sr&itzzzzrz 

Can  fplendid  robes,  or  beds  of  down,  or    coilly  gems 
that     deck  the    fair,    Can  all  the  glo  -  - - 

Tl7 ■'-kEsBiseiah-— i ss&isa, — '-gsiliisanw i — HI — "^z: — 

ries~  of   a 

crown,  Give  health,  or  esfe      the*     brow    of  care  ? 


2$&  THE  MUSICAL 

The  fcepter'd  king,  the  burthen'd  flaw*. 

-The  humble,  aifd  the  haughty,  die  ; 
The  rich,  the  poor,  the  We,  the  brave, 

In  duft,  without  diilirclion,  lie  ; 
Go,  fe.arch  the  tombs  where  monarehs  reft. 

Who  once  the  greater!  title s  bore  : 
The  wealth  and  glory  they  poffefs'd, 

And  all  their  honours,  are  no  more. 

So  glides  the  meteor  through  the  fky, 

And  fpreads  along  a  gilded  train  ; 
But^  when  it's  fhort-liv'd  beauties  die, 

DifTolves  to  common  air  again. 
So  'tis  with  us,  my  jovial  fouls  ! — 

Let  friendmip  reign  while  here  we  flay  j 
Let's  crown  our  joys  with  flowing  bowls,-— 

When  Jove  us  calls  we  muft  away. 


SONG     CXXXV. 

JOHNNY's  GREY  BREEKS. 


LQL_. 


When  I  was  in  my     fe'nteen  years,    I      was 
f£i"._r LJ i . .5fej l l _J__rX  X_L-— [__&__ 

.prnrq — i !-X^~  ^_^_5px_p — &-— 

baitii  blythe  and  bonny,    O,    the   lads  loo'd  me 


_ — >m ^j.. 


baith   far  and  near,   but   I     loe'd  nane      bi 


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257 


:§=|Eilpi^piiE?|^| 


Johnny,  O.  He  gain'd  my  heart    in      twa 


— fiL^-r- 


theee  weeks,  he  fpake  fae  blyth  and  kindly,  O,  and 


-g.        --  _  _     ^     j-  .^ 

I  made  him  new  grey  b  reeks  that   fitted  him  molt 
finely,  O.    He  gain'd  my  heart  in    twa  three  weeks, 


ii:=i~=-s=P.r£eT5r==-=i£xf-.: 


fcfct! 


!::-:-:-"■ 


*# — 


he  fpake  fae  blyth  and  kindly,  O,  and      I  made 


him  new   grey  breeks,  that    fitted  him   moil  fine- 

^    ly,  O. 


Y  iij 


258 


THE  MUSICAL 


He  was  a  handfome  fellow, 

Kis  humour  was  baith  frank  and  free? 
His  bonny  locks  fae  yellow, 

Like  gou'd  they  glitter'd  in  my  ee'j 
His  dimpl'd  chin  and  rofy  cheeks, 

And  face  fo  fair  and  ruddy,  O, 
And  then  a  days  his  >grey  breeks, 

Was  neither  auld  nor  duddy,  O. 

But  now  they  are  thread  bare  worn, 

They're  wider  than  they  wont  to  be*. 
They're  tafhed  like,   and  fair  torn, 

And  clouted  fair  on  ilka  knee. 
But  gin  I  had  a  fummer's  day, 

As  I  have  had  right  mony,  O, 
I'll  make  a  web  o'  new  grey, 

To  be  breeks  to  my  Johnny,  O. 

For  he's  well  wordy  o'  them, 

And  better  gin  1  had  to  gi'e, 
And  I'll  tak  pains  upo'  them, 

Frae  fau'ts  I'll  urive  to  k-.ep  them  free. 
To  dead  him  weel  mail  be  my  care, 

And  pleafe  him  a'  my  ihifiy,  O, 
But  he  maun  wear  .he  auld  pair, 

A  wee,  llio'  they  be  dudcy,  O, 

For  when  the  lad  was  in  his  prime, 

Like  rwr.  there  was  nae  mony.  O, 
He  ca'd  me  aye  his  bonny  thing, 

Say,  wha  wou'd  nae  lo'e  Joheny,  O. 
So  I  lo'e  Johnny's  grey  breeks, 

For  a'  the  care  they've  gi7en  me  yet, 
.And  gfn  we  live  amther  year, 

We'll  keep  them  hail  between  us  yet. 

Now  to  conclude  his  grey  breeks, 

I'll  fing  them  up  wi'  m  rih  and  glee  5 

Here's  luck  to  all  the  grey  fte.ks, 
That  mows  themfelves  upo'  the  knee,. 


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And  if  wi'  health  I'm  fpaired, 
A  wee  while  as  I  wifh  I  may, 

I  fhall  hae  them  prepared, 
As  well  as  ony  that's  o'  grey. 


w 


SONG     CXXXVL 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

"OW  fniiling  fpring  again  appears, 
With  all  the  beauties  of  her  trams ' 
Love  foon  of  her  arrival  hears, 

And  flies  to  wound  the  gentle  fwain. 
How  gay  does  nature  now  appear, 

The  lambkins  frifking  o'er  the  plain, 

Sweet  feather'd  fongfters  now  we  hear, 

While  Jenny  feeks  her  gentle  fwain. 

'    Ye  nymphs,  Oh  !  lead  me  thro'  the  grove, 

Thro'  which  your  ftreams  in  filence  mourn 
There  with  my  Johnny  let  me  rove, 

'Till  once  his  fleecy  flock  return  ; 
Young  Johnny  is  my  gentle  fwain 

That  fweetly  pipes  along  the  mead, 
So  foon's  the  lambkins  hear  his  ftraip, 

With  eager  fteps  return  in  fpeed. 

The  flocks  now  all  in  fportive  play 

Come  frifking  round -the  piping  fwain, 
Then  fearful  of  too  long  delay, 

Run  bleating  to  their  dams  again, 
Within  the  frefli  green  myrtle  grove, 

The  feather'd  choir  in  rapture  flag, 
And  fweetly  warble  forth  their  love, 

To  welcome  the  returning  fpring. 


200  THE   MUSICAL 

S  0  N  G  '  CXXXVII. 

SAE  MERRY  AS  WE  TWA  HAE  BEEN, 
S'ow. 


^.L^_px:s:^  j — u4  zi_ zj —4  _L-!_u-tJ:3[ 

— ^W- J — J- — &->-- «- -•—  4-  ---^-^-S-1-^ 

*       A    lafs  that  was  ■  laden'd     with    care,  fat  hea- 

-# — 
vi  -  ly     under  yon  thorn,     I     liftea'd       a    while 

tt — n-'-n-rn — h— ^ -- r -1-T-^^— jwr— < p» 

-4;* — — -3j — j — — i  -s-  — i — f — i-  - ;    —  *-• -44 — •— • — H — +—'4- 

5Erz?rt±si3fcJz  1  zi  zrz  9  i£r^i^3E 

*?  -•'  ■   "       £j  "  "     "  :    ■■  "*© 

for  to    hear,  When  thus   fhe    be  -  gan    for     to 

-p— ,— 1'"-^_ pxs? , 


<    11  zi_:  :i  -  iziz     if 

mourn:         Wnene'et1      mj    'car      fhepherd        was 

^Sq^i^3^f^S3  J  4  Be)  3E 
HSFit^  Bar*---' e-  f  H'  -{— 

there,  the  birds  did    melodioufly  fing,    and    cold 

fetoLX5:a3t::-::^--         s::c 

-£y™ k»l — bii — ' *r-9 — *- — -» — -  -  ■-■-•— — r— L 


nifjpmg   winter    dia      wear     a 


that    re- 


fe if  ifiijzu z.;  c :i:.:|i-  in ;;i:  - .. Jii.::±z 


fembled  the   fpring.       Sae     merry     as     we  t\\ 


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26l 


zBHS±z^lwz±: 


t— Eh-t] — yJcjJJ^Z'^L.j^Jzx — __ 


hae    been;    Sae     merry    as    we    twa   hae    been; 
my  heart   it      is      like    far     to     break,  when    I 


1—7 


J — y— Ul — ' *-*-#^-L- — 1— 

think  on  the     days  we   have   feen. 

Our  flocks  feeding;  clofe  by  his  fide, 

He  gently -prefling  my  hand, 
I  vievv'd  the  wide  world  in  it's  pride, 

And  laugh'd  at  the  pomp  of  command  ! 
My  dear,   he  wou'd  aft  to  me  fay, 

What  makes  you  hard-hearted  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  why  do  you  thus  turn  away, 

From  him  wha  is  dying  for  thee  ? 
Sae  merry,  &c. 

But  now  he  is  far  from  my  fight, 

Perhaps  a  deceiver  may  prove,  , 
Which  makes  me  lament  day  and  night, 

That  ever  I  granted  my  love, 
At  eve,  when  the  reft  of  the  folk 

Were  merrily  feated  to'  fpin, 
I  fet  myfelf  under  an  oak, 

And  heavily  fighed  for  him, 
Sae  merry,  &c.    ■ 


202 


TF    MTT 


MUSICAL 


SONG     CXXXVIIL. 
THE  BANKS  OF  THE  DEE. 


-^ 


-^ 


I\vas  fummer   and     foftly    the      bieezes    were 


±%p 


±r- 


^^iriE^tivpEi: 


blowing,  and  fweetly  the  nightingale  fung  from  the 

§.E§=Ep-5p|3ri^JEfe|;F£l:;^: 

v-3^ s  ._  i_X_-J. M &L ~-L— i_[_X_L_ fe' \g0 

tree,  at  the  foot   of    a  rock  where  the   river   was 


£=aci£ 


6*^      U<* 


^^W 


^  t^3 


-«—-  — 


flowing,  I  fat  myfelfdown  on  the  banks  of  the  Dee. 


•m — -r 


Ezfcz^r"  tziFEz:^"  j 


4| 

— «-4- 


Flow  on,  lovely  Dee,  flow  on  thou  fweet  river,  thy 


m$ 


banlvs  pure  ft  flre-am  mall  be    dear  to   me    ever,     for 


there  I  fir  ft  gain'd  the  affection  and    favour    of 


MISCELLANY. 


Jamie   the    glo-ry   and  pride  of    the  Dee. 

But  now  he's  gone  from  me,  and  left  me  thus  mourning, 
To  quell  the  proud  rebels,  for  valiant  is  lie  ; 
And  ah  !   there's  no  hopes  of  his  fpeedy  returning, 
To  wander  again  on  the  Banks  ef  the  Dee. 
He's  gone,  hdplefs  youth  !  o'er  the  rude  roaring  billows,; 
The  kindeft  and  fweeteil-  of  all  the  gay  fellows  ; 
And  left  me  to  flray  ?mdrtg  ft  the  once  loved  willows, 
The  lonelieil  maid  Qn  the  Banks  of  the  Dee. 

But  time,  andmy  prayers, may  perhaps  yet  re  More  li'm ; 
Ble'A  peace  may  re.ftore  my  dear  fhepherd  to  me  ; 
And  when  he  returns,  withfueh  careTil  watch  o'er  him, 
He  never  mall  leave  the  fweet  BanksKf  the  Dee. 
The  Dee  then  Avail  flaw,  all  it's  beantfes  displaying  ; 
The  lambs  on  it's  banks  (hall  again  bene  en  playing  ; 
While  I,  with  my  Jamie,  am  careleiViy  it  raying, 
And  taftiiig  again  all  the  fweets  of  thefifee. 


ADDITIONS  BY  A  LADY. 

THUS  fung  the  fair  maid  on  the  banks  of  the  river, 
And  meetly  re-eeho'd  each  neighbouring  tree  ; 
But  now  all  thefe  hopes  muf-l  evaniih  for  ever, 
Since  Jamie  mail  ne'er  fee  the  Banks,  of  the  Dee. 
On  a  foreign  more  the  fweet  youth  lay  dying, 
In  a  foreign  grave  his  body's  now  lying  ; 
While  friends  and  acquaintance  in  Scotland  are  crying 
For  Jamie  the  glory  and  pride  of  the  Dee. 

Mifhap  on  the  hand  by  which  he  was  wounded  ; 
Mifhap  on  the  wars  that  cali'd  him  away 
From  a  circle  of  friends  by  which  he  was  fu '.-rounded,' 
Who  mourn  for  dear  Jamie  the  tedious  day. 


264  THE   MUSICAL 

Oh  !  poor  haplefs  maid,  who  mourns  difconten ted, 
The  lofs  of  a  lover  fo  juftly  lamented  ; 
By  time,  only  time,  can  her  grief  be  contented, 
And  all  her  dull  hours  become  cheerful  and  gay. 

'Twashonourand  braverymadehimleaveher  mourning, 
From  unjuft  rebellion  his  country  to  free  ; 
He  left  her,  in  hopes  of  his  fpeedy  returning 
To  wander  again  on  the  Banks  of  the  Dee. 
For  this  he  defpis'd  all  dangers  and  perils  ; 
'Twas  thus  he  efpous'd  Britannia's  quarrels. 
That  when  he  camehome  he  might  crown  her  with  laurels, 
The  happieft  maid  on  the  Banks  of  the  Dee.     ; 

But  fate  had  determin'd  his  fall  to  be  glorious, 
Though  dreadful  the  thought  mufl  be  unto  me  y 
He  fell,  like  brave  Wolfe,  where  the  troops  were  victorious* 
Sure  each  tender  heart  muft  bewail  the  decree  : 
Yet,  though  he  is  gone,  the  once  faithful  lover, 
And  all  our  fine  fchemes  of  true  happinefs  over, 
No  doubt  he  implored  his  pity  and  favour 
For  me  he  had  left  on  the  Banks  of  the  Dee. 


MISCELLANY,  2(>5 

SONG     CXXXIX. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

A    LL  you  that  are  wife  and  think  life  worth  enjoying, 
Jl\,   Or  foldier  or  failor,  by  land  or  by  fea, 
In  loving  and  laughing  your  time  be  employing  ; 
Your  glafs  to  your  lip  and  your  lafs  on  your  knee. 
Come  iing  away,  honeys,  and  caft  off  all  farrow  ! 
Though  we  all  die  to-day  let's  be  merry  to  morrow  j 
A  hundred  years  hince  'twill  be  loo  late  to  borrow 
A  moment  of  time  to  be  joyous  and  free  ! 
Thenfing,  Esfa. 

My  lord  and  the  bifhop,  in  fpite  of  their  fplindor, 
When  death  gives  the  call,  from  their  glories  muft  part ; 
Your  beautiful  dame,  whin  the  fummons  is  fent  her, 
Will  feel  the  blood  ebb  from  the  cheek  to  the  heart. 
Then  fing  away,  honeys,  and  caft  off  your  forrow  ! 
Though  you  all  die  to-day,  yet  be  merry  to  morrow  ! 
A  hundred  years  hince  'twill  be  too  late  to  borrow 
A  cordial  to  cherifh  the  forrowful  heart  J 

Then  iing,  &c. 

For  riches  and  honour,  then,  why  all  this  riot, 
Your  wrangling  and  jangling,  and  all  your  alarms  ? 
Arrah  !   burn  you,  my  honeys,  you'd  better  be  quiet, 
And  take,  while'you  can,  a  kind  girl,  to  your  arms. 
You'd  better  be  ringing  and  calling  off  forrow  ! 
Though  you  ail  die  to-day,  fure,  be  merry  to-morrow  ! 
A  hundred  years  hince  'twill  be  too  late  to  borrow 
One  moment  to  toy  and  enjoy  her  fweet  charms  ! 

You'd  better,  £gV. 


Z 


2#6  THE    MUSICAL- 

SONG     CXL. 

THE  WHISTLING  PLOWMAN. 
Recit. 

^_ri?zi:zEz:E^t~:  gz  :Bb£  zzitzbz 

The  whittling  plowman  hails  the  blufhing  dawn? 

rszziz:E:zz:zz^rTz:i:zz^z:fz:i:zz:zzz::x 

The  thrum  melodious  drowns  the  ruftic  note;  Loud 

ft— £— - 


:rprv- 


:a: 


;zfegEg^EE|^g 


lings  the  blackbird  thro'  refpunding;  groves,  and  the 

sr-^T~zzzzz:zzzzzzz:z1zi:i:zi.iiL^z±z=l.] 
*-         ^   P   P1  s*  ^  -s  - 

lark  foars  to  meet  the   rirmgiun.  Away  to  the 


copie,  to  the  copfeieadaway,  And  now  myboys  throw 


off  the  hounds,  I'll  warrant    he  (hews  us,  he    fnevv 

us  fome  play,  See  yonder   he     fkulks  thro'    the 

WZ3  H'.ZZ_Jf:i  MM ^5? 1 F ^  -I — 

Grounds  ------  -See  vender  be  fkulks  thro' 


E 


MISCELLANY.  5.6j 

! CI  -1 ! — r — JC^p — r±zt 


:zcz 


j_. 


the  grounds.  Then  fpur  your  brifk  couriers  and  {moke 

:DZ=ct=^zztp±ptL.^^„i^  h 
^ztzE±zE==fctibbEFEt=rz^ 

'em  my  bloods   'tis    a    delicate    feent  ly  -  ing  morn, 


What  concert  is        equal     to  thofe  of  the  woods,  be- 

^rf:j£ztzfiZ4:z^zzi:zi:Tz-zz|:T-: 


twixt  echo,  the. hounds  and  the  horn,  the  hounds  and 


P^FR 


EEEFhEEEzF 


.^-I__L__ 


a 


E=E: 


f— 


»- 


the  horn,  the  hounds  and  the  horn,  the  hounds  and 


— <tzL*a 


the   horn,   


ip~^ 


betwixt    echo,    the   hounds 


~ 


|1IIe^1=z1 


and  the  horn. 


Z   iij 


268 


THE  MUSICAL 


Each  earth  fee  he  tries  at  in  vain, 

The  cover  no  fafety  can  find, 

So  he  breaks  it  and  fcowers  amain , 

And  leaves  m  at  diiknce  behind  ; 
O'er  rocks  and  o'er  rivers  and  hedges  we  fly, 

AH  hazard  and  danger  we  fcorn  ; 
Stout  Reynard  we'll  follow  until  that  he  die, 

Cheer  up  the.  good  dogs  with  the  horn. 

And  now  he  fcarce  creeps  through  the  dale, 
All  parch'd  from  his  mouth  hangs  his  tongue, 
His  fpeed  can  no  longer  prevail, 
Nor  his  life  can  his  cunning  prolong  y 

Prom  our  Haunch  and  fleet  pack  'twas  in  vain  that  he  fled? 
See  his  brum  falls  bemir'd  forlorn, 

The  farmers  with  pleafure  behold  him  lie  dead, 
And  (bout  to  the  found  of  the  horn. 


SONG     CXLT. 

THE  BRAES  OF  BALLENDEAN. 


Be  -  neath  a  green  made,    a     Ioyq  -  ly  young 


fwaln,  one     evening  re  -  clin'd    to   dif  -   -   co* 


* 


his     pain. 


So   fad,  ret    fo  fwee£ 


MISCELLANY. 


269 


t:ibSKz=t~Mri^SE:lrEr?:z 

ly     he     warbled      his    woe ;  The   winds  ceas'd 


iESfirt 


to  breathe,  and  the  fountains 


flow, 


p^S±rffp=p^Tp 


^zxzri^zzz 

Rude  winds  with  compaffion     could      hear     him 

.^g—jK-x^      — antes; 


4" 


nplain;    yet  Chloe  kfs    gentle,   was       deaf 

§^3i|g||lizzi||zEz 


to     his     ilvain. 


•    How  nappy  he  cry'd,  my  moments  once  flew, 
'E'er  Chile's  bright  charms  fir  ft  flafh'd  in  my  view  I 
T'hefe  eyes,  then,  with  p'eaiure,  the  dawn  could  furvcy 
Nor  fmli'd  the  fair  morning  more  cheerful  than  they. 
Now,   fcehes  of  diftriefs  pleafe  only  my  fight  : 
I  ikken  in  pleafure,  and  languifh  in  light. 

Thro5  changes,  in  vain,  relief  I  purfue  : 


All,  all,  but 


conipire,  my  gneisto  renew 


From  funfhine,  to  zephyrs  and  (hades,  we  repair 
To  funfhine  we  fly  from  too  piercing  an  air  : 
Z  iij 


270 


THE  MUSICAL 


But  love's  ardent  fever  burns  always  the  fame  j 
No  winter  can  cool  it,  no  fummer  inflame. 

But,  fee  the  pale  moon,  all  clouded*  retires  I 
The  breezes  grow  cool,  not  Strepon's  defires  ! 
I  fly  from  the  dangers  of  tempeft  and  wind  ; 
Yet  nourifh  the  madnefs  that  preys  on  my  mind. 
Ah,   wretch  !   how  cafflife  thus  merit  thy  care, 
Since  lengthening  it's  moments,  but  lengthens  difpair  I 


SONG     CXLIL 

WHAT  POSIES  AND  ROSES. 


Such  beauties  in  view,  I  can  never  praife  too  high 


S^gg£ggfef=§ii. 


brp± 

not  Pallas's  blue  eye   is  brighter  than  thine,  nor 
fount    of    Sivfannah,     nor  gold    of    fair   Dans, 
nor  moon  of  Diapoa  fo  clearly  can  mine.     Not 


MISCELLANY, 


27l 


:g£ — £zSL_px ££J= u — pi @z 

beard  of  Silenus,  nor  treffes  of  Venus,    I    fwear  by 

&?ziz£E[zz5f  E5=>z5~bEgx&zFE  r  E 

quse  genus,  with  your's  can  compare,  not  hermes  ca- 
duces,   nor  flower  delwces,  nor  all  the  nine  mufes 

Chorus. 


w~yR — 


M6S 


be,! ie;-1- 


to  me  are  fo  fair.  What  poiies  and  rofes  to 


x£fc-a 


nofes  difclofes,  your  breath  all  fo  fweet,  your  breath 


#=r 


j-qpscrfc:. 

*rr — ;^e; 

all  fo  fweet,  to  the  tip  of  your  lip,  as  they  trip,  the 


X uil @?_  \Z — l^—X-u,*— U. 


:zzz±3: 
:2zzi 


Igiii 


beesjip,  honey  fip,like  choice  flip, and  their  Hybla 


forget. 


272 


THE  MUSICAL 


When  girls  like  you  pafs  us 
I  laddie  Pegaffus, 
And  ride  up  ParnaHus, 

To  Helicon's  ft  re  am. 
Even  that  is  a  puddle, 
Where  others  may  muddle  ; 
My  nofe  let  me  fuddle 

In  bowls  of  your  cream  ! 
Old  jove  the  great  Hector, 
May  tipple  his  nec/tar, 
Of  Gods  the  director, 

And  thunder  above  : 
I'd  quaff  off  a  full  can, 
As  Bacchus,  or  Vulcan, 
Or  Jove  the  eld  bull  can 

To  her  that  I  love. 
What  pofies,   fjjV. 


SONG     CXLIII. 
WITHIN  A  MILE  OF  EDINBURGH. 

J 1 j BW_J S$ 


La- _ 


'Twas  within     a     mile    of     Edin-  burgh town 


~Ri~ 


in    the  ro  -   -  fy    time  of    the     year,  When 

•£=^-1* — ~  g — -■— — : —  &*f^--d~-$—£ — -^~ 

Hcwers  was  blocnw,    and       grafs   was     down. 


MISCELLANY. 


73 


and    each   fhepherd     woo'd     his    dear,      bonny 


f 


■p- 


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won- not,     won-not,      man-not     buckle  too. 


O  Jocky  was  a  wag,  that  never  wou'd  wed, 
Though  long  he  had  followed  the  lafs, 
Contented  me  work'd,  and  eat  her  brown  bread, 
And  merrily  turn'd  up  the  grafs. 
Bonny  Jocky  blythe  and  gay, 
Won'  her  heart  right  merrily, 
But  dill  (he  blufh'd,  and  frowning  faid, 
I  cannot,  &c. 


274  TH£  MUSICAL 

But  when  that  he  vow'd  he  wou'd  make  her  his  bride, 
Tho'  his  herds  and  his  flocks  were  not  few, 
She  gave  him  her  hand  and  a  kifs  befides, 
And  vow'd  fhe'd  for  ever  be  true. 

Bonny  Jocky  blythe  and  gay, 

Won'  her  heart  right  merrily, 

At  church  me  ho  more  frowning  faid, 
I  cannot,  £fff. 

•SONG     CXL1V. 

Tune — Fy  gar  rub  her  o'er  <w?  Jirae—Vzgt  2$. 

BEAR  Roger,  if  your  Jenny  geek, 
And  anfwer  kindnefs  wi'  a  flight* 
JSeem  unconcern'd  at  her  neglect  : 

For  women  in  a  man  delight  ; 
But  them  defpife  who're  foon  defeat, 

And  wi'  a  fmrple  face  give  way:        ; 
To  a  repulfe — Then  be  not  blate  ; 
Pufh  bauldly  on,  and  win  the  day. 

When  maidens,  innocently  young, 

Say  aften  what  they  never  mean, 
Ne'er  mind  their  pretty  lying  tongue, 

But  tent  the  language  of  their  een  : 
If  thefe  agree,  and  fhe  perfiil 

To  anfwer  a'  your  love  with  hate, 
Seek  elfewhere  to  be  better  bleft,. 

And  let  her  %h  when  it's  too  late. 


MISCELLANY 


-75 


SONG     CXLV. 
THIS  COLD  FLINTY  HEART. 

This  cold   flin  -  ty  heart,  it  is    yon  who    have 


warm'd.  You  waken'd  my  paffions,    my    fen  -    fes 

-«c/- fesKsh- j :i^^; ^-kes! W  — ssssk> — — u 

have  charrn'd,  You  waken'd  my   paffions,   my 


fen  -  -  -  fes  have  charrn'd.  In  vain    againft     me- 


rit  and    Cy-mon     I    ftrove,  What's  life  without 

ft,        (7\  fc  |B*SS*E| 


paffion,    fweet    paf  -  fioh     of     love,  fweet  paf- 
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lion,    fweet  palfiorij   fweet    paf  -  fieri    of  love. 


2j6  THE  MUSICAL 

The  froft  nips  the  Buds,  and  the  rofe  cannot  blow, 
From  the  youth  that  is  frofl  nipp'd  no  rapture  can  (low, 
Elyfium  to  him  but  a  defert  will  prove, 
What's  life  without  paffion,  fweet  paffion  of  love. 

The  Spring  mould  be  warm,  the  young  feafon  be  gay, 
Her  birds  and  ;her  flow'rets  make  blithfome  fweet  May, 
Love  bleffes  the  cottage  and  lings  thro'  the  grove. 
What's  life  without  paffion,  fweet  paffion  of  love. 


MISCELLANY. 


2J7 


SONG     CXLVI. 

LEWIS  GORDON. 


Very  flow.. 


Oh  !    fend  Lewis    Gordon  harae,  And  the   lad 


I  winna  name ;    Tho*  his  back   be    at   the  wa' 

Chorus. 


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Highlandman,  Oh!  my  bonny  Highlandinan,  weel 
wou'd  I    my  true   love   ken,    a-mang   ten  thou- 


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27§ 


THE   MUSICAL 


Oh  to  fee  his  tartan  trews, 
Bonnet  blue,  and  laigh  heel'd  {hoes, 
Philebeg  aboon  his  knee, 
That's  the  lad  that  I'll  gang  wi\ 

The  princely  youth  that  I  do  mean, 
Is  fitted  for  to  be  a  king  : 
On  his  breaft  he  wears  a  ftar, 
You'd  take  him  for  the  god  of  war. 

Oh,  to  fee  this  princely  one, 
Seated  on  a  royal  throne  ; 
Difafters  a'  wou'd  difappear, 
Then  begins  the  jub'ke  year, 


SONG     CXLVII. 
TULLOCHGORUM. 

Fiddlers,  your  pins  in  temper  fix, 
And  rofet  weel  your  fiddle-flicks; 
But  banifh  vile  Italian  tricks 

Frae  out  your  quorum  :  .  _ 

Koryor^'s  wi'  piano's  mix, 

Gie's  'Tidiockgorum. 

FERGTJSSON. 

Come  gie's  a  fang,  the  la  -  dy  cry'd,    and  lay 


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folks  to  chide,  for  what's  been  done  before  them. 


MISCELLANY. 


279 


Let  Whig  and  Tory    all    agree,  Whig     and  Tory, 


N- 


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Whig  and  Tory,  Whig  and  Tory    all    a  -  gree,    to 

iiElE^lllii^lPili 


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drop  their  whig  meg  morum,  Let  Whig  and  Tory  all 


agree,    to  fpend  the  night  wi'  mirth  and  glee,  and 


IgiSilfl 


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cheerfu*  ling  a-iansc  wi*    me    the    reel  of  Tulloch- 


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Tullochgorum's  my  delight, 

It  gars  us  a'  in  ane  unite, 

And  ony  fumph  that  keeps  up  fplte, 

In  conference  I  abhor  him. 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a', 
Blithe  and  merry,  blithe  ^nd  merry, 
Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a', 

To  make  a  chearfu'  quorum. 
Aiij 


28o  THE  MUSICAL* 

Blithe  and  merry  we's  be  a', 
As  lang's  we  ha'e  a  breath  to  draw, 
And  dance,  t.ll  we  be  like  to  fa', 
The  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 

There  needs  na'  be  fo  great  a  phrafe 
Wi'  dringing  dull  Italian  lays, 
I  wadna  gi'e  our  ain  Strathfpeys 

For  half  a  hundred  fcore  o'm. 
They're  douiFand  dowie  at  the  beft, 
DoufFand  dowie,  douff  and  dowie, 
They're  douff and  dowie  at  the  beft% 

Wi'  a'  their  variorum. 
They're  douff  and  dowie  at  the  beft, 
Their  allegro's,  and  a'  the  red, 
They  cannot  pleafe  a  Highland  tafle, 

Compar'd  wi'  Tullochgorum, 

X.et  warldfy  minds  themfelves  opprefs 
Wi'  fear  of  want,  and  double  cefs, 
And  filly  fauls  themfelves  dillrefs 

Wi'  keeping  up  decorum, 
Shall  we  fae  four  and  fuJky  fit, 
Sour  and  fulky,  four  and  fulky, 
Shall  we  fae  four  and  fulky  fit,  v 

Like  auld  Philofophorum  ? 
Shall  we  fae  four  and  fulky  fit, 
Wi'  neither  fenfe,  nor  mirth,  nor  wit, 
And  canna  rife  to  fhake  a  fit 

At  the  reel  of  Tullochgorum. 

My  choiceft  blefiings  ft  ill  attend 
Each  honeft- hearted  open  friend, 
And  calm  and  quit  be  his  end, 

Be  a'  that's  good  before  him  ! 
May  peace  and  plenty  be  his  lot, 
Peace  and  plenty,  peace  and  plenty, 
May  peace  and  plenty  be  his  lot, 

And  dainties  a  great  ft  ore  o'  cm  !• 


MISCELLANY.  28 1 


May  peace  and  plenty  be  his  lot, 
Unftain'd  by  any  vicious  blot ! 
And  may  he  never  want  a  groat 
That's  fond  of  Tullochgorum. 

But  for  the  difcontented  fool, 
Who  wants  to  be  opprefilon's  tool, 
May  envy  gnaw  his  rotten  foul, 

And  blackell  fiends  devorehim  ! 
May  dole  and  forrow  be  his  chance, 
Dole  and  forrow,  dole  and  forrow, 
May  dole  and  forrow  be  his  chance, 

And  honeil  fouls  abhore  him  ! 
May  dole  and  forrow  be  his  chance, 
And  a'  the  ills  that  come  frae  France, 
Whoe'er  he  be  that  winna  dance 

The  reel  of  Tuliochgorum  I 


A  a  uj 


afar 


THE  MUSICAli 


SONG     CXLVIII. 
THE  YELLOW  HAIR'D  LADDIE. 

r  -tc-^tt — P"H— 1 1 — I— 5^=-- 1 ^-r^"©-* 1 — i 


4-  In  April,   when  primrofes  paint  the  fweet 

^  plain,   and   fum-mer  ap ■■-  proach ■■  -  ing,     re- 


I  gn^T7~'T  .  f  T'f "^ 


^N   S^ 


I    •*&- — " — "w'"jg       O —  ■Baal — Sara' — ■•"""" 

I  joiceth     the    fwain.        joiceth  the  fwain, 


lUgHili 


SE 


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s^sp 


The  Yellow  ha.r'd  Laddie  wou'd  often  -  times 


zm 


liEO-HW  f  n 


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MISCELLANY. 


#3 


hawthorn  trees  grow,  hawthorn  trees  grow. 


J  ha 


There,  under  the  fhade  of  an  old  facred  thorn, 
With  freedom,  he  fung  his  loves,  evening  and  morn. 
He  fang  wjth  fo  foft  and  inchanting  a  found, 
That  Sylvans  and  Fairies,  unfeen,  danc'd  around. 

The  ihepherd  thus  fung:  tho'  young  Maddie  be  fain 
Her  beauty  is  dafh'd  with  a  fcornful,  proud  air  : 
But  Suiie  was  haudfome,  and  fweetly  could  fing  ; 
Her  breath,  like  the  breezes,  perfum'd  in  the  fpring. 

That  Maddie,  in  all  the  gay  bloom  of  her  youth, 
Like  the  moon,  was  incon  lant,  and  never  fpoke  truth: 
But  Sufic  was  faithful,  good  humour'd,  and  free, 
And  fair  ad  the  goddefs  that  fprung  from  the  fea. 


284  THE  MUSICAL 

That  mamma's  fine  daughter,  with  ; 
Was  aukwardiy  airy,  and  frequently  fL,_. 
Then,  fig-hing,  he  wifh'd,  would  parents  agree, 
The  witty,  fweet  Sufie,  his  miitrefs  might" be. 


SONG     CXLIX. 

To  the  fo>  "going  Tune. 
FROM  THE  GENTLE  SHEPHERD. 

Peggy. 

WHEN  firfl  my  dear  laddie  gade  to  the  green  hill, 
And  I  at  ewe-milking  firft  fey'd  my  young  ikill, 
To  bear  the  milk-bowie,  nae  pain  was  to  me, 
When  I  at  the  bughting  forgather'd  with' thee. 

P    A    T    I     E. 

When  corn-rigs  wav'd  yellow,  and  blue  heather-bells 
Bloom'd  bonny  on  moorbnd  and  fweet  rifing  fells, 
Nae  birns,  briers,  or  breekens  gave  trouble  to  me, 
If  I  found  the  berries  right  ripea'd  for  thee. 


r  e  g  a  y. 

"When  thou  ran,  or  wreilled  or  putted  the  ftane, 
And  came  aff  the  vi£tor,  my  heart  was  ay  fain, 
Thy  ilka  fport  manly  gave  pltafure  to  me  ; 
For  nane  can  putt,  wreftle,  or  run  fwift  as  thee. 

P    A    T    1    E. 

Our  Jenny  fings  faftly  the  Cowden  broom-know93 
And  Rolie  lilts  fweetly  the  Milking  the  ewes  j 


j  MISCELLANY.  2&£" 

There's  few  Jenny  Nettles,  like  Nancy,  can  fing  j . 
^t—Thro'  the  wood,  laddie,  Befs  gars  our  lugs  ring. 

But  when  my  dear  Peg;  y  fings,  with  hetter  fl<lll» 
The  Boatman,  Tweedfide.  or  the  Laf*  of  the  mill, 
'Ti8  mony  times  fweeter  and  plea'ant  to  me  ; 
For  tho'  they  fing  nicely,  they  cannot  like  thee. 

Peggy. 

How  eafy  can  laffiVs  trow  what  they  defire  ! 
When  praifing  fae  kindly  increafts  love's  fne  ; 
Give  me  Hill  this  pleafure,  my  itudy  (hall  be, 
To  make  myfelf  better,  and  fweeter,  for  thee. 


285 


THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     CL. 

HAD  HEPTUNE. 


zSaaiSHESs; 


iMmmWMm 


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Had  Neptune,  when  firfl  he  took  charge  of 


t=ft=r 


stir 


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Sigfiillil 


the  fea,  been  as  wife,  or     at      leaft  been  as 


mer  -  ry  as  we,  he'd  have   thought    better 

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o'nt,    and    infield     of  the    brine,  would  have  fill'd 


the  vad   ocean   with  ge-ne-rous    wine  - 


would  have 


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fill'd.  the   vaft  ocean  with  ge-ne-rous    wine. 


MISCELLANY.  287 

What  "trafficking  then  would  have  been  on  the  main, 
For  the  fake  of  good  liquor,  as  well  as  for  gain, 
No  fear  then  of  temped,  or  danger  of  linking^ 
The  fifties  ne'er  drown  that  are  always  a-drinking. 

The  hot  thirfty  fun  would  drive  with  more  hatle, 
Secure  in  the  evening  of  fuch  a  repalt  ; 
And  when  he'd  got  tipfey,  wou'd  have  taken  his  nap, 
With  double  the  pleafure  in  Thetis's  lap. 

By  the  force  of  his- rays,  and  thus  heated  with  wine,    . 
Confider  how  glorioufly  Phcebus  would  ftiine, 
What  vail  exhalations  he'd  draw  up  on  high, 
To  relieve  the  poor  earth  as  it  wanted  fupply. 

How  happy  us  mortals,  when  bleft  with  fuch  rain, 
To  fill  all  our  veffels,  and  till  'em  again, 
Nay  even  the  beggar  that  has  ne'er  a  difh, 
Might  jump  in  the  river  and  drink  like  a  fim. 

What  mirth  and  contentment,  on  every  one's  brow, 
Hob  as  great  as  a  prince,  dancing  after  his  plough, 
The  birds  in  the  air  as  they  play  on  the  wing, 
Altho'  they  but  fip  would  eternally  ling. 

The  ftars,  who  I  think,  don't  to  drinking  incline, 
Would  frifk  and  rejoice  at  the  fume  of  the  wine  5 
And  merrily  twinkling  would  foon  let  us  know, 
That  they  were  as  happy  as  mortals  below. 

Had  this  been  the  cafe,  what  had  we  enjoy'd, 
Our  fpirits  ftill  rifing  our  fancy  ne'er  doy'd  ; 
A  pox  then  on  Neptune,  when  'twas  in  his  pow'r, 
To  flip  like  a  fool,  fuch  a  fortunate  hour. 


188 


THE   MUSICAL 


WE'RE  GAILY  YET. 
SONG     CLL 

Moderate 


We're  gaily  yet,  and  we're  gaily  yet,  and  we're  no 


very  fou  but  we're  gaily  yet  s  then  fit  ye  awhile,  and 


pE 


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tipple  a    bit   for  we're  no    very  fou,  but  we're 


iigii 


gaily  yet. 


There  was  a  lad,  and  they  cau'd  him  Dick  ; 
He  gae  me  a  kifs,  and  I  bit  his  lip  ; 
And  down  in  the  garden  he  mew'd  me  a  trick; 
And  we're  no  very  for,  but  we're  gaily  yet. 
And  we're  gaily  yet,  &c. 

There  were  three  lads,  and  they  were  clad ; 
There  wtrt  three  lafTes,  and  them  they  had. 
Three  trees  in  the  orchard  are  newly  fprung  ; 
And  we's  a  get  gcer  enough,  we're  but  young. 
And  we're  gaily  yet,  Zzfc. . 


MISCELLANY. 


289 


Bn'Ik. 


Then  up  wi't  Ailey,  Ailey  ;   up  wi't  Alley  now, 
Then  up  wi't  Ailey,  qou' cummer,  we's  a'  get  roar- 


insr  fou. 


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And  one  was  kifs'd  in    the  barn  ; 

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behind  the  peafe- flack,   till  the  mow  flew   up 
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to   her  een. 


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Then  up  wi't  Ailey.  £sV. 


Nov/  fye,  John  Thomfon,  rin, 
Gin  ever  ye  ran  in  your  life  ; 
De'el  get  ye,  but  hye,  my  dear  Jock  ; 
There's  a  man  got  to  bed  with  your  wife. 
Then  up  wi't  Ailey,  &c 


c. 
B  b 


190 


THE   MUSICAL. 


Then  away  John  Thomfon  ran, 
And  I  true  he  ran  with  fpeed  ; 
But,  before  he  had  run  his  length, 
The  falfe  loon  had  done  the  deed. 
Then  up  wi't  Ailey,  &c. 

(End  with  thejirji  verfe  : 
We're  gaily  yet}  and  we're  gaily  yet,   &c.yl 


SONG     CLIL 
BUSH  ABOON  TRAQUAIR. 


1- — ^Tai-     r i^-^-tesst- tBsisaaSiil f 1- 


Hear  me,  ye  nymphs,  and  ev-e-ry   fwain,  I'll 


HP- 


sn 


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tell  how   Peggy   grieves  me,    tho'  thus  I  languifh 


lipEppipiill 

and  complain,  A-las  !  ilie  ne'er    believes  me. 


isdfcrrf 


My  vows    and  fighs,    like  fi  -  lent  air,   un  -  heed- 


MISCELLANY. 


ed,  ne-ver         move     her,    The   bon-ny    Bum 


a-boon  Tra-quair,    was  where    I     firft '        did 


That  day  foe  fmiPd,  and  made  me  glad. 

No  maid  feem'd  ever  kinder  : 
I  thought  myfelf  the  luckieft  lad, 

So  fweetly  there  to  find  her. 
I  try'd  to  foothe  my  am'rous  flame, 

In  words  that  I  thought  tender  ; 
If  more  there  pafs-'d  I'm  not  to  blame, 

I  meant  not  to  offend  her. 

Yet  now  flie  fcornful  flees  the  plain, 

The  fields  we  then  frequented  ; 
If  e'er  we  meet,  fhe  (hews  difdain^ 

She  looks  as  ne'er  acquainted. 
The  bonny  bufh  bloom'd  fair  in  May, 

It's  fweet's  I'll  ay  remember  ; 
But  now  her  frowns  make  it  decay, 

It  fades  as  in  December. 

Ye  rural  pow'rs,  who  hear  rny  ftrains, 
Why  thus  fhould-Peggy  grieve  me  .? 

Oh  !   make  her  partner  in  my  pains, 
And  let  her  fmiles  relieve  me  : 
Bij 


92 


THE   MUSICAL 


If  not,  my  love  will  turn  defpair  ; 

My  paffion  no  mere  tender  ; 
I'iUeave  the  bufh  aboon  Traquair, 

To  lonely  wilds  I'll  wander. 


1    SONG     CLIIL 

Tc  the! foregoing  Tune. 

AT  fettin^  day,  and  rifino-  morn. 
Wi'  foul  that  ft  ill  mall  love  thee, 
I'll  aik  of  heav'n  thy  fafe  return, 
Wi'  a'  that  can  improve  thee. 
I'll  viiit  aft  the  Birken-bufli, 

Where  firft.  thou  kindly  tald  me 
Sweet  tales  of  love,  and  hid  my  bluih 
Whilft  round  thou  didft  in f aid  me. 

To  a'  our  haunts  I  will  repair, 

To  Greenwood-maw  or  fountain, 
Or  where  the  fummer  day  I'd  fhare 

Wi'  thee  upon  yon  mountain. 
There  will  I  tell  the  trees  and  flow'rs, 

From  thoughts  unfeign'd  arid  tender, 
Bv  vows  you're  mine,  by  love  is  yours- 

A  heart  which  cannot  wander. 


SONG     CLIV. 

AMYNTA. 


My  fheep  Pve    forfaken,  and   left  my  fheep- 


MISCELLANY. 


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3:dz3zdd«z»:Ki=g=qrqg:=H:; 


hook,  And  ail  the  gay  haunts  of    my  youth    I've 


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forfook;  No  more   for  A  -  myn  -  ta  frefh  gar- 


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lands     I     wove,     for    ambition,        1  faid,  wou'd 


iJK — ^-L[ — ^lj__l a-i-L^u-Lj — Lj_-y-j , 

foon  cure  me  of  love.  O  what  had  my  youth 


If* 


with     ambition        to      do,    why  left    I    A-myn- 
ta,  why  broke    I     my  vow  ?  O  give  me   my  fheep, 


r^ls^Eizcz^szrzii;:^ 


and  my  fheep-hook     re   -  ftore,  and  I'll    wander 


* r  »- — — U*4jr ! — -UUpX_w_I§JL 

— 3^3x-a-5-^XL— !i§»-^tx JJ 

from   love    and    A-myn-ta     no     more. 
B  b  hj 


±94  THE  MUSICAL 

Through" regions  remote  in  vain  do  I  rove, 
And  bid  the  wide  ocean  fecure  me  of  love  ; 
O  fool  to  imagine  that  ought  can  fnbdue, 
A  love  fo  well  founded,  a  paffion  fo  true  ! 
O  what  had  my  youth,   &c. 

Alas  !   'tis  too  late  at  thy  fate  to  repine  ; 
Poor  (hepherd,  Amynta  no  more  can  be  tljine  ; 
Thy  tears  are  all  fruitlcfs,  thy  wifhes  are  vain  ; 
The  moments  negle&ed  return  not  again. 

O  what  had  my  youth  with  ambition  to  do  ? 

"Why  left  I  Amynta  ?  why  broke  I  my- vow  ? 

O  give  me  my  fheep,  and  my  fheep-hook  re  ft  ore* 

And  I'll  wander  from  love  and  Amynta  no  more. 


MISCELLANY. 


295 


SONG     CLVL 

THE  GALLANT  SAILOR. 


iii§i 


Bern 


Gallant    failor  oft  you  told  me  that  you'd  ne-ver 


*Trfc! — I"T""Ij — HH — \ t£t — isyw 

— V-* — ^~-— 1-—  — — *!— -a  ■-"    -\~ — — . m  -*3 — — i — -3-.. — j_i — — — —  ns »«-, 


leave  your  love,         To  your  vows  Inowmuftholdyou 


now's  the  time  your  love  to  prove  to  your  vows    I  now 


iiiiiiiiiil 


mull  hold  you, '  now's  the  time  your  love  to  prove, 
Sailor, 
Is  not  Britain's  flag  degraded, 
Have  not  Frenchmen  brav'd  our  fleet  ? 
How  can  failors  live  upbraided, 
While  the  Frenchmen  dare  to  meet ; 
How  can  failors  live  upbraided, 
While  the  Frenchmen  dare  to  meet. 

Nan. 
Hear  me,  gallant  failor,  hear  me, 
While  your  country  has  a  foe, 
He  is  mine  too,  never  fear  me, 
I  may  weep  but  you  mull  go  ; 
I  may  weep,  I, may  weep, 
I  may  weep,  but  you  {hall  go. 


290 


THE   MUSICAL 


b    A    I     L    O    R. 

Though  this  flow'ry  feafon  woos  you 
To  the  peaceful  fports  of  May, 
And  love  fighs  fo  long  to  loofe  you, 
Love  to  glory  fliall  give  way, 
Love  to  glory,  love  to  glory, 
Love  to  glory,  mull  give  way. 

Can  the  fous  of  Britain  fail  her, 
While  her  daughters  are  fo  true  ; 
Your  foft  courage  mufl  avail  her,, 
We  love  honour  loving  you, 
We  love  honour,  we  love  honour. 
We  love  honour  loving  you. 

B  o  a  t  s  w  a  1  m 

War  and  danger  now  invite  us, 
Blow  ye  winds,  aufpicious  blow  ; 
Ev'ry  gale  will  molt  delight  us 
That  can  waft  us  to  the  foe, 
Ev'ry  gale  will  moll  delight  us? 
That  can  waft  us  to  the  foe. 


SONG     CLVIII. 

ON  FRIENDSHIP. 


The  world,  my  dear  Myra,    is    full  of  de-ceit, 

.  tr 

and    friendfhip's  a   jewel   we  fel  -  dom  can  meet. 


MISCELLANY. 


597 


±* 


How  ftrange'does  it   feem,  that  in  fearchlng    a- 
of   con  -  tent    is   fo    rare     tc 

|t  pxz__z!k:l::„l  yzziflzziti— t-  525 

balm    and 


md,  that  fource  of   con  -  tent    is   fo    rare     to 


be    found.         O  friendship,    thou  balm    and    rich 


-v--;- 


fvveet-ner  of    life,     kind    pa  -  rent  of  cafe,  and 


mmmm^ 


a 


4~, 


S-2- 


compoftr  of  ftrife,  Without    thee,  a-las  !    what 


31 


J:E;EK3=SE: 


BEffig 


are     riches    and  pow'er,  But  emp-ty  .  de  -  lu- 

(9) 


zE± 


fion,  the  joys  of     an  hour, 


But 


emp-ty  de  -  lu  -  fion,  the  joys    of    an  hour, 


298 


THE  MUSICAL 


How  much  to  be  priz'd  and  efteem'd  is  a  friend, 
On  whom  we  may  always  with  fafety  depend  ; 
Our  joys  when  extended  will  always  increafe, 
And  griefs  when  divided  are  hufhrd  into  peace. 
When  fortune  is  fmiling  what  crouds  will  appear, 
Their  kin  an  efs  to  offer  and  friendfhip  fmcere, 
Yet  change  but  the  profpecl:  and  point  out  diftrefs, 
No  longer  to  court  you  they  eagerly  prefa. 


SONG     C^LIX 

THE  SEIGE  OF  TROY. 


Proud  Paris,    defpifing   fair  Helen's  great  pomp, 


Siii|^^=Si=p^ 


he  ventur'd  the  foaming  bil-lows    t©  jump,  for 


to  Troy  with  a  numerous  train,   whereof  the  great- 


MISCELLANY, 


299 


2?sii^5 


©ECF U-l^-^-1-!-^ — ^ — ^       gr 

eft  part  was  flain,  for  her     fa       la  lal  de    ral  lal 

k     ««     h  _  -=^ in   ^r'-'fi <7!- 

fe^E^^n±^g=ff=t±p^z-s 

de    ral,     Whereof    the  greateft  part  was  flain, 


-0 — -N —  3-  ""dTtit"l1"lB~^  ' 


'JZZZWI. 

for  her 


--^--lir — ■ 


fa 


la         lal  de  ral  lal. 


Menelau's  enrag'd  at  fuch  a  great  lofs, 
With  a  thoufand  mips  the  ocean  did^crofs, 

For  her  fa  la,   &c. 
And  fteer'd  on  his  courfe,  tho'  the  feas  they  did  roar, 
Queen  Nell's  bright  charms  drew  his  ihips  to  the  fhore, 

Ofherfala,  &c. 

Agamemnon  regardlefs  of  his  country's  harms, 
Difpatch'd  to  Achilles  two  heralds  at  arms, 

For  her  fa  la,   &c. 
But  ilern  Achilles  he  threw  clown  his  fhield, 
And  fwore  by  his  fceptre,  he'd  ne'er  take  the  field 

For  the  lofs  of  her  fa  la,  &c. 

Ulyffes  renowned  for  prudence  and  wit, 

He  feign'd  himfelf  crazy,  to  flick  by  the  butt 

Of  Penelope's  fa  la,  &c. 
And.plow'd  up  the  fand  with  an  afs  and  a  hog, 
A  rare  pretention  to  keep  him  in.  cog. 

To  manure  her  fa  la,  &;e. 


THE   MUSICAL 


But  Heeler  may  cutwff,  and  fo  ir.sy  his  Sire, 
For/if  was  the  ?/jfW,  that  fee  Troy  on  fire, 

Her  fa  la,   tSV. 
And  himfelf  to  be  drag'd  round  the  town  by  the  heels, 
At  ft  era  Achilla's  chariot  wheels, 

For  her  fa  la,   &c. 

But  {tern  Achilles,  he  falling  in  love, 

With  Priam's  fair  daughter,  which  did  his  death  prove, 

Her  fa  la,   &c 
For  cunningly  Paris  fnot  him  in  the  heel, 
With  a.  poifoned  arrow  made  of  the  line  ftecl. 

For  her  fa  la?  &c. 


''MISCELLANY. 

SONG     CLX. 

ROS.LIN  CASTLE, 


3d 


'Twas  in  that    feafon       of     the    year,    when 
all  things  gay  and  fwect   appear,    that  Co  -  lin  with 


the    morning   ray,  a  -  role    and  fung  his     ru- 

iiliiiiiiii^l 

ral   tay,v        Of  Nanny's  charmsthe  (hepherd  fung, 


the    hills  and  dales  with     Nanny  rung,  while  Rcf- 


:r»:i3 


lin    caftle     heard   the    fwain     and     echoM, 


E3«piz±2 


n 


f!?f±3=J}=HzzrJi 


;=-e 


back  the   cheerful  {train. 
C  c 


302  THE  MUSICAL 

Awake,  fweet  mufe  !  the  breathing  fprjng, 
With  rapture  warms  ;   awake  and  fmg  j 
Awake,  and  join  the  vocal  throng, 
Who  hail  .the  morning  with  a  fong  ; 
To  Nanny  raife  the  cheerful  lay  ; 
O  !  bid  her  hafte  and  come  away  ; 
In  fweeteft  fmiles  herfelf  adorn, 
And  add  new  graces  to  the  morn. 

O  hark,  my  love  !  on  ev'ry  fpray, 
Each  feather'd  warbler  tunes  his  lay ; 
'Tis  beauty  fires  the  ravim'd,  throng  ; 
And  love  infpires  the  melting  fong  : 
Then  let  my  raptur'd  notes  arife  : 
For  beauty  darts  from  Nanny's  eyes ; 
And  love  my  rifing  bofom  warms, 
And  fills  my  foul  with  fweet  alarms, 

O  !   come,  my  love  !   thy  Colin's  lay 

With  rapture  calls,  O  come  away  ! 

Come,  while  the  mufe  this  wreathe  mail  twine 

Around  that  modeft  brow  of  thine  : 

O  !  hither  hafte,  and  with  thee  bring 

That  beauty  blooming  like  the  fpring, 

Thofe  graces  that  divinely  mine, 

And  charm  this  raviih'd  breaft  of  mine  I 

5  ONG     CLXI. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

ROM  Roflin  caftle's  echoing  walls 
Refounds  my  fhepherd's  ardent  calls, 
My  Colin  bids  me  come  away, 
And  love  demands  I  mould  obey. 
His  melting  ftrain  and  tuneful  lay 
So  much  the  charms  of  love  difptey, 
•  I  yield — nor  longer  can  refrain        ^ 
To  own  my  love,  and  blefs  my  twain. 


MIS  CELL  ANY.  303 

No  longer  can  my  heart  conceal 

The  painful  pleating  flame  I  feel, 

My  foul  retorts  the  am'rous  ftrain, 

And  echoes  back  in  love  again, 

Where  lurks  my  tanglier  ?  from  what  grove 

Does  Colin  pour  his- notes  of  love? 

O  bring  me  to  the  happy  bow'r, 

Where  mutual  love  may  blils  fecure. 

Ye  vocal  hills  that  catch  the  fong, 
Repeating,  as  it  flies  along, 
To  Colin's  ear  my  ftrain  convey, 
And.fay,  I  hafte  to  come  away. 
Ye  zephyrs  foft  that  fan  the  gale, 
Waft  to  my  love  the  foothing  tale  j 
In  whifpers  all  my  foul  exprefs, 
And  tell,  I  hafte  his  arms  to  blefs. 


Ccij 


3<H 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     CLXII. 
JOHN  0s  BADENYON. 


fa 


E^-±z-£z  i=^=?5z§>z| 

When  firfl  I    came  to.     be    a  man,  of  twenty 

tiwiiliiiii 


y»  &  &■  *-  •  -^      ^ 

years  or  fo,     I  thought  myfelf  a  handfome  youth, 


H^y.  jv~  h 


ESEE 


And  fain  the  world  wou'd  know,  in  beft  attire  I 


|fez|=~IE?E 


^  -i~r 


zrz 


ftept  abroad,  with  fpirits  brifk  and  gay,    and  here 


m^ 


?z^z±zzfz:x±^:: 
&  m  &  -d-  - 


and  there,  and   every  wliere,  was   like    a    morn 


3EirT^zJ~cirtrzlz~ 


^ — z 


in  May.      No  care    I  kad,  nor  fear   ofwant,bii; 


MISCELLANT. 


m 


i 


5°S 


£t=£=Sz 


rambled  up  and  down,  and  for  a  beau  I   might 

nmwusmMH 


-g 


have  pafs  d,    in  country  or  in  town  j  I   Hill   was 


teOTfrWi 


pleas'd  where'er  I  went,  and  when  I  was   alone, 

T1 


~-s 


I  tun'd  my  pipe,  and  pkas'd  myfell,  wi'  John  o* 

Badenyon. 

Now  in  the  days  of  youthful  prime, 

A  mlftrefs  I  muft  find  ;■ 
For  love  they  fay,  gives  one  an  air, 

And  ev'n  improves  the  mind  : 
On  Phillis  fair,  above  the  reft, 

Kind  fortune  fix'd  my  eyes, 
Her  piercing  beauty  ftruc~t  my  heart3 

And  (he  became  my  choice  : 
To-Cupid  then,  with  hearty  pray'r, 

I  offer'd  many  a  vow, 
And  danc'd  and  fung,  and  figh'd  and  fwore.. 

As  other  lovers  do  : 

Ceiij 


3°6 


THE  MUSICAL 


But  when  at  laft  I  breath'd  my  flame, 

I  found  her  cold  as  (lone  ; 
I  left  the  girl,  and  tun'd  my  pipe 

To  John  of  Badenyon. 

When  love  had  thus  my  heart  beguil'd, 

With  foolim  hopes  and"  vain, 
To  friendfhip's  port.  I  fteer'd  my  courfe, 

And  laugh'd  at  lovers'  pain  ; 
A  friend:  I  got  by  lucky  chance, . 

'xfwas  fomething  like  divine  ; 
A  honeft  friend's  a  precious  gift, 

And  fuch  a  gift  was  mine  : 
And  now,  whatever -might  betide,. 

A  happy  man  was  I, 
In  any  ftrait  I  knew  to  whom 

I  freely  might  apply  : 
A  ftrait  foon  came,  my  friend  I  try  V«, 

He  laugh'd  and  fpurri'd  my  moan  : 
I  hy'd  me  home,  and  pleas'd  myfelf 

With  John  of  Badenyon. 

I  thought  I  mould  be  wifer  next, 

And  would  a  patriot  turn  ; 
Began  to  doat  on  Johnny  Wilkes, 

And  cry  up  Parfon  Home  : 
Their  noble  fpirit  I  adrnir'd, 

And  prais'd  their  manly  zeal, 
Who  had,  with  flaming  tongue  and  ptn, 

Maintain'd  the  public  weal  ;' 
But  'ere  a  month  or  two  was  paft, 

I  found  myfelf  betray'd  ; 
'Twas  felf  and  party  after  all, 

For  all. the  ft  if  they  made. 
At  laft  I  faw  thefe  factious  knaves 

.Infult  the  very  throne  ; 
1  cT.rs'd  them  all,  and  tun'd  my  pipe- 
To  John  of  Badenyon, 


MISCELLANY.  307' 


What  nest  to  do  I  mus'd  a  while,     - 

Still  hoping  to  fuccecd, 
I  pitch'd  on  books  for  company, 

And  gravely  try'd  to.  read  ; 
I  bought  and  borrow'd  ev'ry  where, 

And  ftudy'd  night  and  day  ; 
Net-  mift  what  dean  or  doctor  wrote, 

That  happen'd  in  myway: 
Philofophy  I  now  efteem'd 

The  ornament  of  youth,, 
And  carefully,  thro'  many  a  page, 

I  hunted  after  truth  : 
A  thoufand  various  fchemes  I  try'd,. 

And  yet  waspleas'd  with' none  ; 
I  threw  them  by,  and  tun'd  my  pipe 

To  John  of  Badcnyon.. 

And  now,  ye  youngfters,  ev'ry  where, 

Who  want  to  make  a  ihovv, 
Take  heed  in  time,   nor  vainly  hope   , 

For  h.ippim-fs  below  ; 
What  you  may  fancy  pleafure  here, 

Is  but  an  empty  name  ; 
For  girls,  and  friends,  and  books,  and  fo, 

You'll  lind  them  all  the  fame. 
Then  be  advis"'d,  and  warning  take, 

From  fuch  a  man  as  me, 
I'm  neither  Pope  nor  Cardinal, 

Nor  one  of  low  degree, 
You'll  lind  dilpleafure  ev'ry  where  : 

Then  do  as  I  have  done. 
E'en  tune  your  pipe,  and  pleafe  yourfelf 
With  John  of  Badenyon. 


3P8' 


1*HE  MUSICAL 

SONG     CLXIII. 

THE  WAND'RING  SAILOR. 


^-H 


The  wand'ring   failor  ploughs  the  main-   a  com- 


--^if3:^— ^^i-^-pyi^ 


petence    in  life  to    gain,   Undaunted  braves  the 


::=5 
-3- 


ftormy  feas,    To  find  at  laft  content   and  eafe, 


To   find    at        lafl   content  and  eafe,  In  hopes  when 

toil   and  danger's  o'er,    To    anchor    on    his 
native  fh ore,     In    hopes  when    toil  and  danger's 

^.--:«BJ--,BBJ--J--j»-p ~j H3 «•  T-j— L. 

-j— L  jZlZlubL  ilZtrid "3. S3 Lg   TrZr  'Pl   !«""     rj 

= :  5t  -%±a ht-±^.^±±S£^S 

o'er,  To  anchor     on  his  na  -  tive  fhore,  to  anchor 


MISCELLANY- 


mmmm 


3°9 
~tz:izfcz iCP- 


on  his  native  fhore.  When  winds  blow  hard,  and 


mountains  roll,   and  thnnders  fhake  from  pole  to 


I 


pole,  Tho'  dreadful  waves  furrounding  foam,  flill 

HI 


flatt'ring  fan  -  cy  wafts  him  home,  flill  flatt'ring 


"3S"5 -£ — ^  Tut  j-  I — 


S3:^z: 


fan  -  cy  wafts  him  home,  In  hopes  when  toil  and 


3±* 


till 


S3IS1I 


e-*£Qr= 


danger's  o'er,  to  anchor  on    his  native  fhore, 
»  »     i  i 


5 i pu — ------ — -r- — Hi — H — H—H™!" 


5 

In  hopes  when  toil  and  danger's  o'er,  to  anchor  on 

1^5 • ' , 

—    .  ^       -$ 

his  aa  -  tive  fhore,  to  anchor  on  his  native  fhore. 


3IO  THE  MUSICAL 

*  When  round  the  bowl  the  jovial  crew,, 
The  early  fcenes  of  youth  renew, 
Tho'  each  his  fav'rite  fair  will  bo  aft, 
This  is  the  univerfal  toaft  i 
This  is  the  univerfal  toaft  i 

May  we  when  toil  and  danger's  o'ery 
Call  anchor  on  our  native  more, 
May  we  when  toil  and  danger  o'er, 
Caft  anchor  on  our  native  more, 
Caft  anchor  on  his  native  more. 

*■•  Theft  word*  to  btfung  to  thefrj  pari  of  the  tune* 


MISCELLANY. 


311 


SONG     CLXIV. 

HIGHLAND  QUEEN. 


-sr^-Pr 


No    more  my  foflg    mall       be,    yc    fwains,   of 

■zgm. 


pur-ling  ftreams,  or     flow'-  ry  plains;  more  pleaf- 


ing   beauties  now    infpire,    And  Phoebus  tunes 


& 
K-3- 


iil^iii^iilp 


the  war-bling  lyre  ;    Di-vine-ly     aided,    thus 

'"7""  ^T"!  « _    ib.    ~T^ 


iggiiiiig 


it 


I    mean  To    ce   -  le  -  brate     to    ce  -  le  -  brate 


r§SS±idz=S 


my  Highland  (^ueen. 


3;I2  THE  MUSICAL 

In  her,  fwcet  innocence  you'll  find, 
With  freedom,  truth,  and  beauty  join'dj 
From  pride  and  affectation  free, 
Alike  me  fmilesonyou  and  me, 
The  brighter!  nymph  that  trips  the  green* 
I  do  pronounce  my  Highland  Queen. 

No  fordid  with,  or  trifling  joy, 
Her  fettled  calm  of  mind  deflroy  ; 
Strict  honour  -fills  her  fpotlefs  foul, 
And  adds  a  luftre  to  the  whole  ; 
A  matchlefs  fhape,  a  graceful  mien., 
All  center  in  my  Highland  Queen. 

How  bleft  that  youth,  whom  gentle  Fate 
Has  deftin'd  For  fo  fair  a  mate  ; 
Has  all  thefe  wond'rous  gifts  in  flore, 
And  each  returning  day  brings  more  : 
No  youth  fo  happy  can  be  feen, 
Poffeffing  thee,  my  Highland  Queers 


km  CELL  ANY. 

SONG     CLXV. 

MAN  Mx^Y  "ESCAPE. 


3T3 


Man  may  efcape  from  rope  or  gun,  nay  fome  have 
outliv'd  the  doctor's  pill •■:  Who  takes  a  woman 


:rrTirt 


m-dix  be  undone,  that    ba  -  ill -  ilk    is    fure  |  to 


;«rF£=3FSxr:s 


kill.        The  fly  that  fips  treacle       is    loll  in  the 


-*— — — -IT""*" P— -j— J 


••flSF ic3 


fweets,  fo  he  that  tafles  "woman,   woman,  woman, 


p^isiEiEtEgl3gE: 

he  that  taftes  woman,  ruin    meets. 


D  d 


3H 


THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     CLXVI. 

TALLY  HO. 

Ye  fportfmen  draw    near,    and    ye  fpor.fwoisnen 


too,  who  delight    in    the  joys  of  the  field,  who  de- 


light  in  the    joys  of  the  field.  Mankind,  tho'  they 


mmmMSmm 

tp      ys   W-  ^  ^    fe*     fc*     ^ 

blame  are  all  eager    as     you,  and-  no  one  the   con- 


=23 


tell  will  yield,    -  -  -  -  and  no  one  the  conteft  will 


Adagio 

.Jh. 


AI1C 


i^iiPiP& 


i:-:' 


:±!^_U*_: 


yield.  His  ilrdlKipj  his    worfhip,    his  honour,  his 


MISCELLANY.  3*5 

grace,  a   hunting      cci  -  -  tinual  -  -  ly      go,  AH 


ranks  and  degrees  are  engag'd  in  the  cliace,  with  hat 


4-f 


m± 


¥92* 


forward,  huzza,  Tally  ho,  -  -  -   -  All     ranks  and 


Ls3  b£* 

degrees  are  engap-'d  in  the  chace,  hark  forward, 


■SF 


huzza,  Tally  ho, Tally  ho,  Tally  ho,  Tal- 

ly  ho,  Tally  ho,  Tally  ho,  Tally  ho,  Tally  ho,  -  - 


ly  ho,  Tally  ho,  Tally  ho,  Tally 


Hark  forward,  huzza,  Tally  ho.  - 
Dd  ij 


3!^  THE  MUSICAL 

The  lawyer  will  rife  with  the  firft  of  the  morn 

To  hunt  for  a  mortgage  or  deed  ; 
The  hu/band  gets  up  at  the  found  of  the  horn 

And  rides  to  the  comu.ons  full  fpeed  ; 
Thepatriot  is  thrown  Mi-purfuiJs  of  his  game  j 

The  poet  too  often  lays  low, 
Who,  mounted  on  Pegsfus,  flies  after  fame, 

With  hark  forward,  hu2Za,  Tally  ho. 

While  fearlefs  o'er  hills  and  o'er  woodlands  we  fweep, 

Tho'  prudes  on  our  paftime  may  frown, 
Plow  oft  do  they  decency's  bounds  overleap, 

And  the  fences  of  virtue  break  down  ? 
Thus  public,  or  private,  for  penfion,  for  place, 

For  amufement,  forpaffion,  for  fhow, 
All  ranks  and  degrees  are  engag'd  in  the  chacej, 

With  hark  forward,  huzga,  Tally., ho.. 


MISCELLANY, 


SONG     CLXVIL 
THE  AULD  GOODMAN.   * 


:rtz?:^zjvzqz:z  Tzqzizzrzrizi: 

O  late     in    an    evening  forth     I   went,    a 

§rr.liEESEp^|=^EjFii£E 

little     before  the  fun- gae'd  down,  and    there  I 

:zr!tzH„r— Tijz— J" tz  s=:^~js~=n — t 
Pzi^'zzyf^zfzyizfiz^z^iiil-^t 

chanc'd  by    accident,  to    light    on     a    \  kattle 
-$e— — ar-H K-p   K g—   ^— -j -, >— 


z3:fft±fex:fc*r?=:j 

un.  A   man  and  his  wife,  w 

;zziz5=3zS:^z:$z5zdz^zFF? 

— is*-5- — 3-1— -Jt— — F^fe 

in     a    flrife,     I    can  -  na'  weel  tell  you  how  it 
began,  but  ay  fhe  watl'd  her  wretched  life,  and  cry'd 


•*-- 


:~f:q.~^ 


r:FEr?3; 


ess 


-&- 


&—@- 


U „ 


ever,  Alake,  my  auld  ^oqdman. 
I)  4  Sij 


31  8  THE  MUSICAL 

He. 

Thy  auld  goodman  that  thou  tells  of, 
The  country  kens  where  he  was  born, 

Was  but  a  filly  poor  vagabond, 
And  ilka  ane  leugh  him  to  fcorn  ; 

For  he  did  fpend,  and  make  an  end 
Of  gear  that  his  forefathers  wan, 

He  gart  the  poor  ftand  frae  the  door, 

Sae  tell  nae  mair  of  thy  auld  goodman. 

She. 

My' heart  alake,  is  liken  to  break, 

When  I  think  on  my  winfome  John, 
His  blinkin  eye,  and  gate  fae  free, 

Was  naething  like  thee,  thou  dofen'd  drone* 
His  rofie  face,  and  flaxen  hair, 

And  a  flan  as  white  as  ony  fwan, 
Was  large  and  tall,  and  comely  withal, 

And  thou'it  never  be  like  my  auld  goodman 

.He. 

Why  doft  thou  pleen  ?  I  thee  maintain, 

For  meal  and  mawt  thou  difna  want  ; 
But  thy  wild  bees  I  eanna  pleafe, 

Now  when  our  gear  ?gins  to  grow  fcanl. 
Of  houfehold  fluff  thou  haft  enough, 

Thou  wants  for  neither  pot  r.or  pan  ; 
Of  fiklike  ware  he  left  thee  bare, 

Sae  tell  nae  mair  of  thy  auld  gocdman* 

She. 

Yes,  I  may  tell,  and  fret  myfell, 

To  think  on  thefe  blyth  days  I  had? 

When  he  and  I  together  lay  - 
In  arms  into  a  well-made  bed  ; 


MISCELLANY.-  3$*$ 

But  now  Ifigh  and  may  be  fad. 

Thy  courage  is  cauld,  thy  colour  wan, 
Thou  falds  thy  feet,  and  fa's  afleep, 

And  thou'lt  ne'er  be  like. my  auld  goodman, 

Then  coming  was  the  night  fae.dark, 

And  gane  was  a'  the  light  o'  day  ; 
The  carl  was  fear'd  to  mifs  his  mark, 

And  therefore  wad  nae  langer  flay  ; 
Then  up  he  gat,  and  he  ran  his  way, 

I  trow  the  wife  the  day  flie  wan, 
And  ay  the  oe'rword  of  the  fray 

Was  ever,  Alake,  my  auld  goodman... 


320 


THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     CLXVIII. 

TODLEN  HAME. 


:.Jvr: 


-4-zr— -K 


f-f-P~ 


=*=|: 


When   I    have    a    faxpence       un-der  my  thumb, 


fk h-4-^- 


.Nzi^ZI^T-bT; 


353E33$i- 


■  E:i"~^-^""^"'  K~  ^  4-3-i  3- 


then   1*11   get  credit    in       ilk     a  town,    but  a 


?SP=PF* 


ecse*  N-re 


-r-S  4^ tJ-—  4-4 


^ — — * —  .  r  ^ 

when  I'm  poor,  they  bid  me  gac  bye,  O    poverty    parts 

good  com-pa-ny.    Todlen    hame,     Todlen  hame, 

O    cou'dna  my    love   come     todlen     hame. 

Fair  fa'  the  goo^wife,  and  fend  her  good  fale. 
She  gi?fes  us  white  ban  necks  to  drink  her  ale, 
Sync  ;?  'hat  her  tippony  chance  to  be  ima', 
We'!;  tak  a  good  fceur  o't.  and  ca't  awa'. 

i'cdlen  hame,  todlen  hame, 

As  round  as  a  ncep  come  todlen  hame, 


MISCELLANY.  $%W 

My  kimmer  and  I  lay  down  to  fledp, 
And  twa  pint-ftcups  at  our  bed's  feet  ; 
And  ay  when  we  waken'd,  we  drank  them  dry: 
What  think  ye  of  my  wee  kimmer  and  I  ? 
Todlen  butt,  and  todlen  ben, 
Sae  round  as  my  love  comes  todlen  name. 

Leez  me  on  liquor,  my  todlen  dow, 
Ye're  ay  fae  good-humour'd  when  weeting  your  mou' '% 
When  fober,  fae  four,  ye'li  fight  with  a  flee, 
That  'tis  a  blyth  fight  to  the  bairns  and  me, 
When  todlen  hame,  todlen  hame, 
When  round  as  a  neep  you  come  todlen  hame- 


J22 


'HE  MUSICAL 


SONG'   CLX1X. 

BY  JOVE  I'LL  BE  FREE. 


Come,  all  ye  young  lovers,  who  wan  withdefpair,com- 


L 


sprier 

3  idle  fc 

enhancing  their  charms, and  tell 


:gq=:: 

pcfe  idle  fonnets   and   figh  for   the  fair;  who  puff  up 

4 — r 


their  pride  by  enhancing  their  charms,  and  tell  them 


'tis  heaven  to  lie  in  their  arms:  be  wife  by  example; 


mmmmm 


take  pattern  from  me  ;   For,   let  what  will  happen, 


§i?Sl^l 


by  Jove  I'll  be  free,  by  Jove  Til  be  free  ;  For,  let 


-w*e— 


igii 


fer 


E^fej|=E 


what  will  happen,  by  Jove  I'll  be  free. 


MISCELLANY.  323 

Young  Daphne  I  faw,  in  the  net  foon  was  caught  ; 
I  ly'd  and  I  rlatter'd,  as  caftom  has  taught  : 
I  prefs'd  her  to  blifs,  which  fhe  granted  full  foon  ; 
But  the  date  of  my  paffion  expir'd  with  the  moon. 
She  vow'd  fhe  was  ruined  ;   I  faid  it  might  be  ; 
I'm  ferry,  my  dear:   but  by  Jove  I'll  be  free. 

The  next  was  young  Phyllis,  as  bright  as  the  morn  ; 
The  love  that  I  preffer'd  fhe  treated  with  fcorn  ; 
I  laugh'd  at  her  folly,  and  told  her  my  mind,  : 
That  none  can  be  handfome  but  fuch  as  are  kind. 
Her  pride  and  ill  nature  were  loft  upon  me  : 
For,  in  fpite  of  fair  faces,  by  Jove  I'll  be  free. 

Let  others  call  marriage  the  harbour  of  joys  ; 
Calm  peace  I  delight  in,  and  fly  from  all  noife  ; 
Some  choofe  to  be  hamper'd,  'tis  fure  a  ft  range  rage, 
And,  like  birds,  they  ling  belt  when  they're  put  in-a  cages 
Confinement's  the  devil ;   'twas  not  made  for  me  ; 
.Let  who  will  be  bound-flaves,  by  Jove  I'll  be  free. 

Then  let  the  brifk  bumper  run  over  the  glafs, 

In  a  toait  to  the  young  and  the  beautiful  lafs, 

Who,  yielding  and  e'afy,  prefcribes  no  dull  rule, 

Nor  thinks  it  a  wonder  a  lover  mould  cool. 

Let  us  bill  like  the  fparrow,  and  rove  like  the  bee  ;  ■ 

For,  in  fpite  of  grave  leffonsf  by  Jove  I'H'be  free. 


3  24- 


TH  £  music  a; 


SONG     CLXX. 
THE  CHARGE  IS  PREPAR'p. 

The  charge  is  prepar'd,  the  lawyers  are  met,  the 


-to — ^-j- 


judges  all  rang-d,  a  ter-ri-ble  {how,  I  go  undifmay'd 


:n--i— j- 


for  death    is    a    debt,   a  debt  on  demand,  fo  take 


:^ — ejsjL.: 


-C. 


T" 


IB 


I- 


what    I  owe.    Then  farewell,   my  love,  dear  charm- 


^± 


fczrzq:  j:-4 


TEEESEr!-?cEf#¥z^F 


ers,    adieu  !   contented  I  die,  'tis  the  better  for 


0~ P— -P-r-®— 0- 1 — I — ! 


you.  Here  ends  all  dif-pute  the  reft  of  oar  lives,  for 

-ol-b-Z-gp--- 


this  way  at  once  I  plcafe  all  my  wives. 


MISCELLANY, 


3*5 


SONG     CLXXL 

FAREWELL^  YE  GREEN  FIELDS. 

Moderato.  ... 


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t=£ 


Fare- well,  ye  green  fields  and  fweet  groves,  where 


:t:::: 


jfc: 


Phillfs  engaged  my  fond  heart,  where  nightingale  s 


-*-*^- 


X 


M 


warble  their  loves,  and    nature  is  drefs'd  without 


art.         No  pleafure  ye  now  can  afford,  nor  rau^ 


^lipiiii 


fie  can  lull  me  to      refl  ;    for  Phillis  proves  falfe 

to  her  word,  and  Strephon  can  never  be  bleit. 
E  e 


326  THE  MUSICAL 

Oftimes  by  the  fide  of  a  fpring, 
Where  rofes  and  lillies  appear, 
Gay  Phillis  of  Srephon  would  fmg, 
For  Strephon  was  all  fhe  held  dear. 
But  foon  as  fhe  found  by  my  eyes, 
The  paffion  that  glow'd  in  my  breaft, 
She  then  to  my  grief  and  furprife, 
Frov'd  all  (lie  had  faid  was  a  jell, 

Too  late  to  my  forrow  I  find, 
The  beauties  alone  that  willlaft,^ 
Are  thofe  that  are  fix'd  in  the  mind, 
Which  envy  or  time  cannot  blaft. 
Beware  then,  beware  how  ye  truft, 
Coquets  who  to  love  make  pretence. 
For  Phillis  to  me  had  beenjuft, 
If  nature  had  blcfs'd  her  with  fenfe, 

SONG     CLXXII. 

To  the  foregoing  Tune. 

THOUGH  wifdom  will  preach  about  joy,  Sir, 
Truth,  folly  will  pra&ife  as  well  ; 
Man  is  firnple,  and  life's  but  a  toy,  Sir, 
In  toying  it  is  we  excel. 
Is  it  worth  our  while,  for  learning  to  toil, 
To  labour,  to  love,  and  to  think, 
Thought  ne'er  was  defign'd  to  trouble  the  mind, 
So  only  let's  mind  who's  to  drink. 

King  Solomon,   (I'm  not  profane,  Sir,) 

Was  a  wife,  yet  a  whimfi.cal  one, 

He  never  thought  any  thing  vain,   Sir, 

Till  once  that  his  pleafure  was  gone. 

He  ufed  to  fay,  there's  a  time  to  play, 

To  labour,  to  love,  and  to  think. 

Let  thofe  in  their  prime,  remember  their  time, 

At  preient  it's  time  we  fnou'd  drink. 


MISCELLANY.  327 

A  pox  on  refle&ion,  be  jolly, 

DifpaiTionate  dulnefs  defpife, 

Did  you  onee  know  the  pleafure  of  folly, 

You'd  ne'er  be  fo  weak  to  be  wife. 

Let  the  trumpet  of  Fame,  thofe  heroes  proclaim, 

"Who  never  at  Gannon-ball  blink, 

Let  the  bufy  in  trade,  be  cent,  per  cent,  made, 

'Tis  cent,  per  cent,  better  to  drink. 

Come,  about  with  a  bumper,  boys,  hearty, 

To  our  king  and  our  country,  fuccefs  j 

Toad  oblivion  to  envy  and  party, 

May  freedom  our  fire-fides  blefs. 

Here's  a  health  to  all  t4iofe,  who  will  face  our  foe?. 

To  thofe  who  dare  fpeak  as  they  think, 

To  fuch  fort  of  men,  again  and  again, 

Again  and  again  let  us  drinkr 


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THE  MUSICAL 


SONG     CLXX1II. 
BLOW  HIGH,  BLOW  LOW. 


-5H3?- 


-i)— af 


pi 


;s-: 


Blow  high,  blow  low,let  tempefls  tear,  the  main- 


mail  by  the  board,  My  heart  with  thoughts  of  thee  my 


dear,  and  love  well  ftor'd,  mail  brave  all  danger,  fcorn 


all  fear,  the  roaring  winds  the  raging  fea,  in    hopes 


ZI\TZ~~-¥.—W. 


m 


on  more  to  be  once  more,  fafe  moor'd  with  thee. 


P£ 


gii§iiiii 


A-loft  while  mountains  high   we  go,  the  whittling 

—* — _jy 


SSiiSiEllHil 


winds  that  feud  along,  and  the  forge  roaring  from  be- 


MISCELLANY. 


329 


-pr3g~ 


-K, 


m& 


1 — .^,1 — ——.-i ftaaiK — ~~— " 


low,  mall  my  fignal  be    to    think   on    thee,  (hall 


iiilliiiiigg 

y  iignal  be,  to  tl 

Si 


my  iignal  be,  to  think  on  thee,  and  this  (hall  be  my 


Da  Cape 


§ 


ea 


(brig.  And  on  that  night  when  all  the  crew  the 


mem'ry  of  their  former  lives  o'er  flowing  cans  of  flip 


b 


-i L 


renew,  and  drink  their  fweethearts  and  their  wives. 


:ezzir:iq-zb±z: 


I'll  heave  a  figh,  I'll  heave  a  hgh  and  ihinkonthee 
-^-P-r^=~r  t— : Pi fa -r J5 


S 


and  as  the  (hip  rolls  thro'  the  fea,  the  burden  of  my 

(7>t  :St 


— ^  Da  C«/o. 

fong  fhall  be. 

E  e  nj 


53° 


Moderato. 


THE  MUSICAL 

SONG    clxxiv; 

RUSSEL's  TRIUMPH. 


rn,  the  nmteenth   of  M 

llHip 


Thurfday  in  the  morn,  the  ninteenth   of  May, 


recorded  for    ever    the    famous    Ninety- two, 


—  $--£ --- 


3T*-NT-br 


brave  RufTcl  did  difcern,  by  break  of  day,  the  lofty 

roi!!~ — — rjal^r-feT^~— — — z&xN 


fails  of    France    advancing  too.  All  hands  aloft. 


:??I 


they  cry,  let    Bri-tifh    valour  fliine,   let  fly     a 
eulverine,  the  fig  -  nal  of.  the  line,  let    ev'ry  man 


MISCELLANY. 


33* 


§ll§pil| 


T h -N- 


fupply  his  gun.  Follow  me,  you  (hall  fee,  that  the 


battle  it   will     foon  be  won,  follow  me,  you  mail  fee 


— —  n   i.-i-— — k^-j^ — ^gt — i — 


that  the  battle    it  will   foon  be  won, 

Tourville  on  the  main  triumphant  rowl'd, 

To  meet  the  gallant  Ruffel  in  combat  on  the  deep  3 
He  led  a  noble  train  of  heroes  bold, 

To  fmk  the  Englifh  Admiral  at  his  feet. 
Now  every  valiant  mind  to  victory  doth  afpire, 
The  bloody  fight's  begun,  the  fea  is  all  on  fire  ; 
And  mighty  fate  Hood  looking  on, 

Whilft  a  flood  all  of  blood, 
Fili'd  the  fcuppers  of  the  rifing  fun. 

Salphur,  fmoak",  and  fire,  difturbing  the  air, 

With  thunder  and  wonder  affright  the  Gallic  more  3 
Their  regulated  bands  flood  trembling  near, 
To  fee  the  lofty  ftreamers  now  no  more  : 
At  fix  o'clock,  the  red,  the  fmiling  victors  led. 
To  give  a  fecond  blow,  the  fatal  overthrow  % 
Now  death  and  horror  equal  reign, 

Now  they  cry,  run  and  die, 
Britifh  colours  ride  the  vaaquifh'd  main, 


3J2 


THE  MHSICAL- 


See  they  fly,  amaz'd,  thro'  rocks  and  fanclsj 

One  danger  they  grafp  at  to  fhun  the  greater  fate; 
In  vain  they  cry  for  aid  to  weeping  lands, 

The  nymphs  and  fea-gods  mourn  their  loft  eftate, 
For  evermore  adieu,  thou  dazzling  rifing  fun, 
From  thy  untimely  end  thy  mailers  fate  begun  ;, 
Enough,  thou  mighty  god  of  war  : 

Now  we  fing,  blefs  the  King  ! 
Let  us  driak  to  every  Britiih  Tar. 


SO  N  G     CLXXV. 
OLD  SLY  HGDGK 


^^^^^^^^^^=^ 


Curtis  was  old  Hodge's  wife,  for  vir-tue  none  was 


mas^*Mi£-t 


:mt 


e-ver  fuch,  me  led  fo    pure  fo    chaile   a    life, 
She  led  fo   pure  fo  chafte   a    life,   Hodge  faid  it 


m  k — —m- 


-£—- J- 


t: 


was  vir  -  tue  over  mi  eh.   For  fays  fly  old  Hedge 


MISCELLANY. 


333 


:«:.A..^-i- 


fays  he. 


For  fays  old  fly  Hodge  fays  he 


Great  talkers     do  the  leaft  d'ye  fee,  great   talkers 


I 


do  the  leaft  d'ye  fee. 


Curtis  fwore  if  men  were  rude, 

She'd  pull  their  eyes  out,  tear  their  hair  j 

My  dear  fays  Hodge,  you're  wondrous  good, 

My  dear  fays,  &C. 

However  let  us  nothing  fwear. 

For  fays  fly  old  Hodge,  &fc. 

One  night  me  dream'd  a  drunken  fool, 

Be  rude  in  fpite  of  her,  wou'd  fain, 

She  makes  no  more  than  with  joint  llooly ., 

She  makes  no  more,  &c. 

Fell  on  her  hufband  might  and  main, 

Still  fays  fly  old  Hodge,  fcf*. 

By  that  time  me  had  broke  his  nofe, 
Hodge  made  a  fhift  to  wake  his  wife, 
Oh  !  Hodge  fays  (lie,  judge  by  thefe  blow*,  ;. 
'  Dear  Hodge,   &c. 
I  prize  my  virtue  as  my  life, 
But  fays  fly  old  Hodge,  £fc.  - 


354 


THE  MUSICAL 


I  dream'd  a  rude  man  on  me  fell, 

However  I  his  project  marr'd, 

Dear  wife,  fays  Hodge,  'tis  mighty  well, 

Dear  wife  fays  Hodge,  &c. 

But  next  time,  dcn't  kit  quite  fo  hard, 

For  fays  old  fly  Hodge,  &c. 


SONG    CLXXVL 

.    MY  DEAR  JOCKEY. 
Andante. 


My  laddie     is  gone  far  a-way  o'er  the  plain, 


While  in    for-row  behind        I'm      forc'd  to  re- 


main, Tho'  blue  bells  and  violets  the  hedges  adorn, 


W- 


Tho'  tre.es  are  in  bloflbm,  and    fweet  blows  the 


MISCELLANY. 


3j:> 


ssawj L3_ 

-■1-4-- 


pps* 


thorn,  No    pleafure  they  give  me,  in     vain  they 


-3S— 


p: 


1. _.___fci 


irn:~^^-^— - 


— F3^-^ — ~ ! 


look  gay;  there's  nothingcanpleafenow.my  Jockey's 


ac*±BE=: 


££=GjS 


SS5 


Sffi 


N— IS- 


---1—  — tr 


away.    Forlorn  I    fit    finging,  and  this     is    my 


:i 


ftrain,  Halle,  hafte,  my  dear  Jockey,    3E&uV,  hafts* 


:  izfrzszciz^rzzzi 

± E^p^^- 

my  dear  Jockey,     Halle,  hafte,  my  dear  Jockey, 


-«f — 


pp 


to  me  back   a- gain. 


When  lads,  and  their  lafTes,  are  on  the  green  met ; 
They  dance,   and  they  fing  ;  and  they  laugh,    and  they 

chat ; 
Contented  and  happy,  with  hearts  full  of  glee  ; 
I  can't  without  envy,  their  merriment  feej 


336        '  THE  MUSICAL 

Thofe  paftimes  offend  me  ;  my  fhepherd's  not  there  : 
No  pleafure  I  relifh,  that  Jockey  don't  (hare. 
It  makes  me  to  figh  ;   I  from  tears  fcarce  refrain, 

•I  wifh  my  dear  Jockey, 

I  wifh  my  dear  Jockey, 

I  wifh  my  dear  Jockey  return'd  back  again, 

But  hope  fhall  fuftain  me  ;  nor  will  I  defpair  : 

He  promis'd  he  would  in  a  fortnight  be  here. 

On  fond  expectation  my  wifhes  I'll  feaft  ; 

For  love  my  dear  Jockey  to  Jenny  will  hafte. 

Then,  farewell,  each  care  ;  and,  adieu,  each  vain  figh 

Who'll  then  be  fo  bleft,  or  fo  happy,  as  I  ? 

I'll  fing  on  the  meadows,  and  alter  my  ftrain, 

When  Jockey  returns, 

When  Jockey  returns, 

When  Jockey  returns  to  my  arms  back  again. 


MISCELLANY. 


37 


SONG     CLXXVII. 
BANKS  OF  THE  TWEED. 


Recit 


fecit.  __       K_N__N_ 


-fe 

wzzt: 


As  on  the  banks  of  Tweed  I  lay  re- 


ii§EiirlEl=iilEp£ 


clin'd,  beneath  a   ver  -  dant    fhade,    I    heard   a 


_3L b — S-:g— ±_t-=g — gg-|- 

found  more  fweet  than  pipe  or  flute,   fure  more  en- 


*=■=) 


:z@. 


gZZI 


b- 


zszze: 


•-1-- 


zzifpE 


chanting  was  not  Orpheus' lute  ;  while  M'ning  and 


m 


ett=: ^-~ 


fi- 


fes'     b*» '  y 
amaz'd,       I  turn'd  my  eyes,  the  more  I    heard, 


IMI^Zf 


-* — U+-ZU--F  * 


up 


the  greater  my  furprife.     I   rofe  and    folio w'd, 
F  f 


338 


THE  MUSICAL 


l^iEiEiig-li=ilEiig 


guided    by  my  ear,    and   in  a  tfiickfet  grove, 


F^-=T-: 


:CrfH 


Las -1 


I    faw  my  dear,     unfeen,   unheard,  fhe  thought, 


-7?-*— 


! — ^:j^z:kzz_zz::i: 


thus  fung  the  maid, 
Air. 

To  the  foft  murm'ring  flream  I  will  fing  of  my 


^::z3ziz:zfei:«ip:pie:-: 

^L Q_j ZZLtJ-:k^(-b»i 


«S^_- 


&=&=P 


love,  how  de  -  light  -  ed  am      I,     when       a- 
broad    I      can  rove,    to  in-dulge    a    fond  paf- 


-*- 


j_ "~ _Z 30_  JLeJ Ml—-  - 


fc=t 

Be 


fion     for      Jock-ey     my    dear,  when   he's  abfent 


MIS-CELL  ANY. 


339 


"mm; 


^sp-. 


-w—r* 


I  fio-h,  but  how  blythe  when  he's  near,  'tis  thefc 

'  •  -       ^i 3      # 

rural     a  -  mufe  -  ments     de-light  my  fad  heart  ; 


£fc 


come    away     to     my  arms,  lore,  and  ne  -  -  ver 

-L-i- Uwh-- L 

de  -  part,  to  his   pipe  I   could  fing,  for    he's 


_ , — ts—J —  a JS-r— i 


fe«rf-J 


fc-jfejfcaj 


bon  -  ny  and  gay,   did  he    know    how    I     lov'd 


-*? 


— 7— i3^-Tda 


him,  no      long  -  er     he'd  flay. 


-iSHZS 


Neither  linnet  or  nightingale  fing  half  fo  fweet  ; 
And  the  foft  melting  ilrain  did  kind  echo  repeat ; 
It  fo  ravifh'd  my  heart,  and  delighted  my  ear, 
Swift  as  lightning  I  new  to  the  arms  of  my  dear. 

Ffij 


54° 


THE  MUSICAL 


She,  furpriVd,  and  detected,  fome  moments  did  ftand  j- 
JLike  the  rofe  was  her  cheek,  and  the  lilly  Ker  hand, 
Which  me  plac'd  on  her  breaft,  ar,d  faid,  Jockey  I  fear 
I  have  been  too  imprudent  :  pray,  how  came  you  here  ? 

For  to  vifit  my  ewes,  and  to  fee  my  lambs  play, 

By  the  banks  of  the  Tweed,  and  the  grove?,  I  did  ft  ray : 

But,  my  Jenny,  dear  Jenny,  how.x>ftJ  have  I  figli'd,' 

And  have  vow'd  endleis  love,  if  you'd  be  my  bride  ? 

To  the  altar  of  Hymen,  my  fair  one,  repair, 

Where  the  knot  of  affection- mall- tie  the  fond  pair:     ' 

To  the  pipe's  fprightly  notes  the  gay  dance  we  will  lead. 

And  will  blefs  the  dear  grove,  by  the  Banks  of  the  Tweed. 


SONG     CLXXVIIL. 


DE'IL  TAK>  THE  WAR. 


De'il  tat' the  war,  that  hur-ri'd    Wil  -  ly   frae  me, 


ilfiKilii 


who  to  love  me    juft    had  fworn,  they  made  him 


captain  fure  to    un  -  -  do  me,   wae    is  me,  he'll 
tr  j  'PS 


Ed: 


ne'er  re-turn,    a  thoufand    loons   a  -  broad  will 


MISCELLANY.- 


34 1 


at 


izHj 


^ 


HzibzEEK^z 


fight  him,  he  from  thoufands   ne'er     will   run,  day 
T^aBBM~H  TZftz3TZT3~:iHT~"~ 


and  night    I      did     in  -  -  vite    him,    to   ftay  fafe 
"■ ©         

■— -EEBM3 — F-F-ST-F-E^ 


WbW^I 


¥■ 


from  fword  or    gun.     I    usM   alluring   graces,  with 


&frl^:flP3 


■  muckle  kind  embraces,    now  fighmg,  now  crying, 


then  tears  dropping  fall ;  and  had'  he  my  foft  arms 


~  t  i:"  z:  ztzii" 3z:^x?zz3£  -rp- 


pre-ferr'd  to  wars   alarms,    my   love  grown  mad^ 

» K_ WEES^-.     b^: p— 1 (8.- 


z^zE§-Z±zi±3zE:g 


without  the  man  of  Gad,  I     fear     in    my  fit  I   had" 


granted  all. 


F  f  iij 


342  THE  MUSICAL 

I  wafh'd,  and  patch'd,  to  make  me  look  provoking 

Snares  that  they  told  me  would  catch  the  men, 
And  on  my  head  a  huge  commode  fat  poking,  - 

Which  made  me  fhew  as  tall  again  ; 
For  a  new  gown  too  I  paid  muckle  money, 

Which  with  golden  flow'rs  did  mine  ; 
My  love  well  might  think  me  gay  and  bonny, 
No  Scots  lafs  was  e'er  fo  fine. 
My  petticoat  I  fpotted, 
Fringe  too  with  thread  I  knotted, 
iLace  /hoes,  and  filk  hofe  garter'd  o'er  tWkneej. 
But,  oh  !   the  fatal  thought, 
To  Billy  thefe  are  nought ; 
Who  rode  to  towns,  and  rifled  with  dragoons, 
When 'he,  filly  loon,  might  have  plundered,  me* 


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MISCELLANY.  34  J 

SONG     CLXXIX. 

Tune — Myjbeep  Fveforfaken — Page  292. 

AH  CWoe  !   thou  treafure,  thou  joy  of  my  breaft,     1 
Since  I  parted  from  thee,    I'm  a  ilranger  to  reft,  j 
1  fly  to  the  grove,  there  to  languifh  and  mourn, 
There  figh  for  my  charmer,  and  long  to  return  ; 
The  fields  all  around  are  finding  and  gay, 
But  they  fmile  all  in  vain — my  Chloe's  away  ; 
The  field  and  the  grove  can  aiford  me  no  eafe,— 
But  bring  me  my  Chloe,  a  defart  will  pleafe. 

No  virgin  I  fee  that  my  bofom  alarms, 
I'm  cold  to  the  fair.efl,  tho'  glowing  with  charms, 
In  vain  they  attack  me,  and  fparlde  the  eye  ;       ^  - 
Thefe, are  not  the  looks  of  ray  Chloe,  I  cry. 
Thefe  looks,  where  bright  love,  like  the  fun  fits  enthron'dj 
And  fmiling  diffufes  his  influence  round  ; 
'Twas  thus"  I  firft  view'd  thee,  my  ch?irmer  amaz'd, 
Thus  gaz'd  thee  with  wonder,  andlov'd  while  I  gaz'd. 

Then,  then  the  dear  fair  one  was  ft  ill  in  my  fight. 
It  was  pleafure  all  day,  it  was  rapture  all  night ; 
But  now  by  hard  fortime.remov'd  from  my  fair, 
In  fecret  I  languifh,  a  prey  to  defpair  ; 
But  abfence  and  torment  abate  not  my  flame, 
My  Chloe's  ftill  charming,  my  paifion  the  fame  ; 
0  !   would  (he  preferve  me  a  place  in  her  breaft, 
Then  abfence  would  pleafe  me,  for  I  would  be  blefs'd. 


344  THE  MUSICAL 

SONG     CLXXX. 

JOVE  IN  HIS  CHAIR 


Jove  in  his  chair,  of  the  fky  lord  mayor,  with 


his  nods  men  and  gods  keep  in  awe;  when  he  winks 

2% : 3         

heaven  fhrinks,whenhefpeaks  helliqueaks  earth's 


globe     is     but  his     ta  -  •  w. 


Cock  of 


:wz. 


the  fchool,  he  bears    defpotic  rule,  his  word  tho' 


5EfrPEE»3EE= 


?iiipp=iiip 


abfurd,  muft  be  law,  even  Fate,  tho'fc  great,  inuft 


MISCELLANY.  J45 

— I U^ *git — — i kfi::al — '-■bjobI tSSMB- — OBI 

not  prate  his  bald  pate,   Jove  wou'd  cuff,     he's 


fo  bluff,  fora'ftraw.cow'd  de-i-ties,    like  mice 


in  cheefe,    to       ftir    mud  ceafe,  or      gna  - 


PzEEE-~l£: 


246 


THE   MUSICAL 

SONG     CLXXXI. 
GOOD  NIGHT  AND  JOY  BE  WP  YOU. 


ep^igB! 


How  happy's  he,  who  e'er  he  be,  that  in    his 


p     L'Ti  ~F" 


rjKr; 


lifetime  meets  one  true  friend,  who  cordially  does  fym- 

SeEEESE  E:E  EEEEB5EEEEEil3i 


t 


pathife  in  words,  in  ac-ti-on,  heart,  and  mind. 


5Sx1e§|[eSSSeS§e 


■My  kind,  refpects    do    not  ne  -  glecl,    although 

:i:fe|E 


-CBZ 


I! 


— ®- 


.__K_fe 


my  wealth  of  flate  be  fmall,  with  a  melt-ing  heart, 

Liwi — U bs!--1-^— Li — -U— U--M-- 

and  a  mournful    eye,    I     beg  the  Lord  be  with 

HEEEOEEzEEEEEiEEEEEEEEE 


ult=3t 
you  alL 


3 


MlbCELLANY.  347 

My  loving  friends,  I  kifs  your  hands, 

For  time  invites  me  for  to  move  ; 
On  your  poor  fervant  lay  commands, 

Who  is  ambitious  of  your  love. 
He — whofe  pow'r  and  might,  both  day  and  night, 

Governs  the  depths,  makes  rain  to  fall, 
To  fun  and  moon  gives  courfe  of  light, 

Direct,  protect,  defend  you  all. 

I  do  proteft,  within  my  breaft, 

Your  memory  I'll  not  neglect  ;. 
On  that  record  I'll  lay  arretf, 

Hell's  fury  mall  not  alter  it. 
All  I  defire  of  earthly  blifs, 

Is  to  be  freed  from  guilt  or  thrall  ; 
i  hope  my  God  will  grant  me  this : 

Good-night,  and  God  be  wi'  you  alL 


F    I    N    I    S. 


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